Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 111: what you’re looking at

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A LONG AND INTERESTING CONVERSATION. 107 Mrs. Mapleson, who had come on from the South to be present upon the occasion, was strangely impressed by the circumstance. Colonel Mapleson had been called out West on business, and could not return in season to accompany her, so she had been forced to come alone. She was a magnificent-looking woman; tall, with a stately figure, a brilliant brunette complexion, with dark hair and eyes, and beautiful teeth, such as a youthful belle of twenty might envy. “Tt is the strangest thing in the world, Everet,” she remarked to her son after the exercises of the day were eoncluded. “Imean this wonderful resemblance between you and that young man. If I had not known the Maple- eons all my life. and that our family is the last of the ' race, I should be tempted to believe that he belonged to us in some way.’ “Pshaw! mother, that is all nonsense!” her gon re- plied, a hot flush of resentment rising to his brow. “‘Toon’t, for pity’s sake, suggest that any of our blood flows in his veins !” “Why, Everet? Heappears likea fine fellow—hand, some, manly, and he is certainy extremely clever,” re turned Mrs. Mapleson, with some surprise. “Granted; though that may sound rather egotistical, since we are considered the counterparts of each other; but for all that he has been a thorn in the flesh anda marplot to me ever since he entered college, and I detest aes him !” “That is not a very good spirit, I’m afraid, Ev..” Mrs. = | Mapleson said, chidingly. “But who is he? Geoffr ey D. Huntress, I believe, was the name on the programme, — but where does he belong, and what is his family 2?” “Nobody knows who or what he is; there isa queer story connected with his life. I heard, while I was in New York, that this Mr. Huntress found him several years ago wandering in the streets of the city in a de- mented condition. He became interested in him, took him to some hospital, and had an operation performed—a piece of bone was pressing upon the brain, and was re- moved, I believe, and he recovered his senses immedinte- lv, but appeared more like a child five years old rather than like a boy in his teens.” “How very strange!” exclaimed Mrs. Mapleson, deeply interested ; “but could he tell nothing about himself after his mind was restored ?” , oO (COMING! KOOKS, (€O) =}