Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 149: what you’re looking at

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EVERET MAKES A NEW ACQUAINTANCE. 146 the captain wouldn’t permit her to do any work, and she —the girl had the care of the boy after the mother died. But they didn’t stay long in the place, only about a month. The captain didn’t seem to have any heart for anything; appeared wretched and _ half-crazed, and finally, when the girl was married to a man named Jack Henly, who was going to California, to be a farmer, the cottage, was shut up, its furniture sold, and they all went away together.” ‘‘What was this girl’s name?” Everet demanded, “ Margery something. I can’t remember her other nate just now,” said the miner. Even though Everet Mapleson had been expecting just this reply it gave him a shock when he heard that name pronounced. He had, at last, he believed, traced Geoffrey Huntress’ birth! It was proved that Annie Dale was his mother. When she left Richmond ske had doubtless gone to the man whom she loved; and who had enticed her, with smooth words and fair promises, to go with him to that wild mining region where they had lived together as husband and wife. That they were not really so, Everet felt quite sure, else the man would never nave taken the girl’s name, in- stead of giving her his own. “What did they name the child?” he asked. The miner looked perplexed. “T’ll be dashed if I can think,” he said, after a mo- ment’s reflection, as ho scratched hishead. ‘‘’T was a sort of queer, high sounding name—Jeff—Gof—or something - after that sort with a tail to it.” Everet had heard enough to confirm all his sua- picions, but he did not enlighten his companion, as to the rest of the name; he did not care to seem to know too much. “Did Captain Dale ever return to bis mine after that,” he inquired. ‘“‘Not while I was there; an agent came once or twice, to act for him, and finally bought him out. I’ve never seen him since, though I’ve often wondered what became of the little motherless chap that we were all so fond of.” The voung Southerner sat with bowed head and thoughtful mien for several moments, then taking a case from his pocket, he opened it, and held it before the miner. “Pid Annie Dale look anything like this?” he asked. (E(0) mMmicooo Ss (E(0) =)