The Illegal Marriage — page 225: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 217 Alfred could hear no more, but retreated to his pallet, as he heard the jailer at his door. Kntering the cell, Stannard walked to the bed upon which old Hawks was lying. Beckoning him nearer, Hawks asked for a moment alone, and hearing the request the doctor walked into the passage. A violent burst of coughing prevented the old man from speaking at once, and he pressed his hand upon the wounded side. “Colonel, you air a humane man, and I want you to tell me suthing—will you tell me? V1ll—lT1]——” the cough again interrupted his speech. “Tell me what itis, Hawks. Ishall never forget that you saved my father’s life.” “You know my—my Mary?” “Yes, Hawks; I knew her once.” The old man rose upon his elbow and eagerly grasped Stannard’s hand. “Where is she? Tell me where she is?” . “Hawks, I thought she was dead—is she not?” “T thought so too, till yesterday—that—that— Trippe says she’s not. For Heaven’s sake, colonel, tell me.” “Indeed I would tell you, Hawks, if I knew, but I have never heard a word from her since——” “Hasn’t he spoke of her?” “Never. Ialways thought she was dead. Have you seen Trippe? Hawks, did you shoot him?” “Ask him? Will you ask him about her? Will you find out for me?” “T’ll ask him if you desire me to do so?” “Do! Oh, do! Ill serve you all my life if you will. Here!” Drawing the packet of papers from his pocket, old Hawks handed them to Stannard, and his hands trembled with eagerness. | “Here; the money he”—nodding his head toward Alfred’s cell—he giv me. It’s yor’n; and here’sa lot of letters——” “Hawks! where did you get these?” cried Stan- nard, grasping them quickly as he recognized the hand. “Where did you get them?” | Gomicboo “S (Ee)