Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 194: what you’re looking at

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190 A STARTLING RECOGNITION. kind of sigh, kissed him softly, and then they went in. But I never thought much about it afterward. J didn’é know brit what sie had been coaxing him to leave the mines and go back to where they came from, for I’m sure it couldn’t have been nice for her to live there where there wasn’t hardly another woman fit to associate with her,” Margery concluded, thoughtfully. But Geotirey believed his gentle mother bad been ask- ing for something far more important than a change of residence; that would have been of comparatively little consequence to her, loving his father as she did. He Imagined tbat she had been pleading to be recognized as Captain Dale’s lawful wife, so that her child might have nonorabie birth. He sighed heavily, for the farther he went in his search the darker and more perplexing grew the way. CHAPTER XXX. A STARTLING RECOGNITION. Reaching the public house where he had left Jack, Geotfrey quietly drew Margery into the smali parlor, where he made her lay aside her bonnet and cloak, put her into a comiortable rocker to rest, and then went out to break the glad tidings of her existence and return to her husband. He found him sitting alone on the porch outside the bar-room—nothing ever tempted him inside such a place nowadavs—looking wistfully out toward the east, where the full August moon was just rising above the horizon in all #s splendor. “Well, Jack, has the time seemed very long to you?” Geoffrey asked, in a cheerful tone, as he sat down beside him. strange hankerin’ after the old home to-night. If I could only wake up and find I’d been dreamin’ all these years, and the old place just as it was, with my girl waitin’ at the door for me, I’d almost be willin’ to give up my hope o heaven. But when I think it’s only an empty house— a cold hearth-stone, and—a grave somewhere nigh, that I’m zoin’ to find, I feel a’snost like givin’ up the battle.” The man’s head sank upon his breast in a disconsolate Comicboooks.c@ “Tt has, sir; I’ve had hard work to wait. I’ve a