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70 THE OCEAN OUTLAW. *‘May you be happy in your new home, and forget that such as I ever lived.” Mulgrave listened to this speech without compiehend- ing it in the least; but his noble heart was touched by the mournful voice and melancholy moan of Gray, as he turned to leave him. “Stop, Uncle,’’ he said, stepping forward, ‘‘this is no time to remember old injuries; and I freely forgive and . forget any and all you may have done my family. We dre all apt to do things at times that we are sorry for after- waris, “But you know the good book tells us to forgive, if we wish to be forgiven; and I, for one,am always read to do it—so, there’s my hand.” “Mr. Mulgrave,” said Gray, Slowly, and without tak the extended hand, ‘‘there is no use in decviving you, fo you would soon find out the truth, if I did not tell it. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the generous forgiveness you have extended to me; and I woull give worlds, did I possess them, if, by so doing, I could ac- cept it. ** But you know nut to whom you offer pardon. I am not, af you suppose, the captain of this craft, but I was the commander of the Black Vulture that disappeared out yonder a little time ago. Yes, sir, Ralph Gray, the pi- rate, and Ralph Mulgrave, your father’s brother, is one and the same person. But your sister, sir, has always lived in ignorance of the life 1 was lcading, till, sad to say, she lidppened to be on board this vessel, when she came to know it. ‘““One thing more. I know that my life is for- fvited, and that it is your duty, after hearing what you~ linve, to convey me in irons to your vessel, and the gibbret would be the finale. But I cannot—will not die thus. I will make my grave in the ocean—farewell!” And, before the cthers well understood his meaning, Grey had dashed from the cabin, and was on deck. It was now dark, and, fur a moment, he stood watching the Eomichbooks.com) ae ae Aa 7