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He has no business here." Mary turned upon him fiercely, but her angry look faded out, and gave place to a smile of content, as she now linked her hands together about Grange's strong right arm and looked gently in his face, as if to say, "Don't be angry, he hardly knows what he says."
For, sleeping or waking, he could not get rid of the feeling that John Grange's remains would some day be discovered, and conscience troubled him with the idea that he was more or less to blame for the poor fellow's untimely end. It was in vain that he indignantly protested to himself that it was not likely a man should risk his life if he could help it.
"He feels it all so terribly that it would be like tying me down that it would be terrible for me because he is blind." She wiped her eyes, and a bright smile played about her lips, for there, self-pictured, was a happy future for them both, and she saw herself lightening the great trouble of John Grange's life, and smoothing his onward course.
"You remember that a certain young fellow was accused James Aston one of my Sunday school teachers who had proposed to Grange's daughter, and had been sent about his business by the father? Aston was in fact just about to be run in by the police, when a clue came to my hands. I followed it up. Then I found out that the ringleader in the whole affair had been your son Maurice.
It is true! I come here and find you and this shameless girl locked in each other's arms." "Father!" cried Mary, snatching away her hand, and before Ellis could arrest her, going back to John Grange's side to lay that hand upon his shoulder, "I cannot stand here and listen to your cruel, unjust words; John Grange is not to blame, it was my doing entirely." "Shame upon you, then!"
Then Grange's hands played about the plant for a few minutes as he felt whether it was in perfect balance, and pressed it back a little upon the shelf, measuring by a touch whether it was exactly in its place.
It has passed beyond the simple matter of our own lives; now it is New France that must be thought of. You have said that it was Captain la Grange's treachery that first angered the Onondagas. We must lay this before them. If his punishment will satisfy them, will save the rear-guard, why then, my son, it is our duty." They paced back and forth in silence.
The months had glided by, and it was autumn once more, with the fruit ripening fast in the garden, and, save to Mary Ellis, the sad episode of John Grange's career had grown fainter and fainter in the memories of those who had known him.
"Saicresy, father, I grant you, but never honor bright for me again. It's the world that makes me do it the wicked, dark, cruel world, that has me as I am, widout a livin' heart to love me that's what makes me do it." They then separated, he pursuing his way to Dick o' the Grange's, and she to the miserable cabin of the Daltons.
"It had to do with your engagement to Muriel Roscoe. Perhaps you have forgotten that too?" Grange looked up then, shaking off his lethargy with a visible effort. He got slowly to his feet, and drew himself up to his full giant height. "No," he said, "I have not forgotten it." "Then," said Nick, "once more what are you going to do?" Grange's face darkened.
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