Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 184: what you’re looking at

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180 GEOFFREY VISITS THE SCLNE OF THE TRAGEDY. “Ah!” thought Geoffrey, “she shielded him from the suspicion of having murdered me also, and she must have suffered torture on my account as well ag his.” “As soon as she was able to get about,” resumed the farmer, ‘‘she insisted upon going away altogetner from the place. She could not go back to her home and live there alone, she said, and she wanted to search for her husband, to let him know that he had not killed her, ag he must believe. [I imagined, too, that she couldn’t bear to meet the boy’s father when he should come again and find that he had disappeared. She sold all her household goods, offered a reward Of posited that amount in a bank in San Francisco for the purpose—to anv one who should find her husband or se- cure any definite information regarding him, and then she left the place herself. -We have never seen her since, nor heard what became of her.” * Did she leave no address?” Geoffrey inquired. “If not, how could she expect to be communicated with in case any tidings of her husband were obtained ?” . ‘‘T believe a personal of some kind was to be inserted in certain papers in the leading cities of the country by those who had charge of the affair,” replied the farmer, “but I guess it has never been printed. Their house hag never been occupied since. A good many people believe that Henly murdered the boy also, and concealed the body somewhere on the farin, so the place has had the reputation of being haunted, therefore we have never had any neighbors there.” “Since Mrs. Henly was not murdered, Jam at liberty to seé& your heart at rest upon that subject,” Geoftrey responded. ‘The boy is alive and well. I am that boy !” The farmer started from his chair and stared at him in open-mouthed astonishment at this electrifying statement. “T can’t believe it,” he said, at last, and bending to look more closely into his visitor’s face, ‘‘and yet you said your name was Huntress.” “Yes, my name 1s Geoffrey Dale Huntress,” Geoffrey replied, with a smile at his host’s astoni shment. “That was the child’s name, Geoffrey Dale—it must be trne; do tell me how you happen to come back here after all these years?” the farmer urged, in an eager tone. Geoffrey felt that he was warranted in so doing, since Margery Henly had lived, and there was no longer any need of concealment on Jack’s part. “Jack escaped all pursuit,” he said, “wandering from Comicloooks.€ 5}