Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 259 of 284
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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 251 one—who was it, I wonder? Doctor Sly, may be; anyway. I was told that he was in Columbus.” “ He was there, and is there yet—in the cemetery.” “You doctors are cool fellows about death: I must say that of you,” said Stannard.: “Tt is one of the events of life, if you’ll allow the expression. -Hawks died over a month ago.” “Was his daughter with him?” Stannard asked. “He was with her. There was a great change in the old man after he came to my house, and finding that he was really inclined to do right, I wrote to his daughter about him. Mrs. Manning, as she is now, had no sooner received the letter than she and her husband came up to my place. I feared the old man would die from excess of joy. “Thad given him proper clothing and he looked like a very respectable old gentleman—a country farmer. “Manning spent a few days with me, but having to preach on Sunday, they went back on Saturday, taking the old man with them. “Mary wrote of his death afterward, and Man- ning added a postscript to say that the old man had a change of heart before he died. I believe he did. But for Alfred Guerry, Hawks might have lived a verv respectable farmer all his life. It was Guerry’s villainy with Mary, and his subsequent weakness, that led the old man on in his deviltry.” “And it was the old man who continued to lead Guerrv astray.” “True, Stannard; but I think Guerry the worst of the two.” “It shows how evil disposed persons lead each other on to commit crimes,” said Crawford, “and we see the same thing in a smaller way, perhaps, every day in our lives.” For some time the friends chatted together over — their cigars; and, at length, forming plans for the morrow they sauntered away to their rooms. And on this night, Cecy too, was chatting to her friends. Yet the conversation was rather around her than with her, for she dared not trust herself to speak. To her the coming day had terrors of which Eomicboo “S (G(0)