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12 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. father. Now and then she caught her breath quickly as she saw the old man clutch at his wounds, staining himself still more deeply with the blood. “Oh, Cecy! for Heaven’s sake tell me—tell me, Cecy! Who has done this—this——” He paused abruptly as he saw that she neither moved her head nor heard the words, but continued to look vacantly upon her father’s face. Seeing the terrified condition of all present, he stepped to the bedside and caught one of the flying hands. | “Why, Morgan!” he said, holding fast to the hand, “what is the matter with you? Be quiet a moment, won’t you?” At the sound of his voice, Morgan ceased strug- ogling and turned his head a little on one side, as if trying to catch the tone again. “Don’t you know me, Morgan? Speak tome. Look up a little.” Slowly the wounded man opened his eyes, but it was some time before he seemed to be conscious. Stannard spoke again: “My dear old friend! Do look at me a minute. Don’t you know me?” The wild eyes turned full upon him now, and a look of recognition was apparent. With a few con- vulsive pushes Morgan bared his breast, displaying a mass of bloody wounds. “See—boy—see, my boy——” He gurgled out the words, and looked at Stan- nard, who started back at the horrid sight. “Good Heaven! Morgan! who has done this? Who could have done it?” Grasping his throat with one hand and gasping for breath, the old man pointed to his daughter, Gomicbooks (Ee)