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Updated: June 23, 2025
Jondo's voice trailed off into silence and I knew what his hurt was that he was the man whom Mary Marchland had loved, from whom Fred Ramer, by his cruel machinations, had separated her "and although they loved each other always, they never saw each other again." Poor Jondo!
Over and over, Jondo's words, when he had told me the story of Mary Marchland, came back to me: "And although they loved each other always, they never saw each other again." Nobody, outside of those touched by it, knew Jondo's story, except myself. He was Theron St. Vrain's brother, yet Eloise never called him uncle, and, except for the one mention of her father's grave, she did not speak of him.
It was through that meeting with Father Josef that he had first heard of the supposed death of Mary Marchland St. Vrain, and it was through the priest in the chapel he had heard that she was still alive. Neither Beverly nor Bill Banney nor Rex Krane knew what I had heard in the church concerning Jondo's early career, and I never spoke of it to them.
The same gang of Mexicans had kidnapped Little Blue Flower and given her to the Kiowas." "You told me that Uncle Esmond forced Ferdinand Ramero out of the country on account of a wrong done to you, Jondo," I reminded the big plainsman. "He did," Jondo replied. "I told you that we all loved Mary Marchland.
"Not until the death of her mother " Ferdinand Ramero broke in, hoarsely. For the first time to-day the priest's cheek paled, but his voice was unbroken as he continued: "I would have been kinder for your own sake. You desire otherwise. Yes, only after the death of Mary Marchland St. Vrain could you dictate concerning her daughter's affairs, with most questionable legality even then.
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