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She wears the evidence around her neck, and if that isn't enough I can furnish more evidence enough to smother you. My name isn't Stark at all; I changed it years ago for certain reasons. I've changed it more than once, but that's my privilege and my own affair. Her name is Merridy Bennett." "I don't suppose you know I'm going to marry her," said the Kentuckian, irrelevantly.
I left them once in Idaho and went back to Mesa, riding all the way, mostly by night, but Bennett was gone. He'd run down mighty fast after Merridy died, so I heard, growing sullen and uglier day by day and I reckon I was the only one who knew why till he had a killing in his place.
I didn't mean any harm." "You hurt my shoulder," she said, almost ready to cry. "And you tore my dress," she added, angrily "my fine dress. Are you crazy?" "You see, it's like this, that name of Merridy and that ring well, the whole thing was so startling, I I went off my head. It came sudden, and I thought I thought it don't matter what I thought, but I'm sorry.
"You have visions of such things, eh?" "Yes, but I came a generation late, that's all, and I've got that other woman's soul. I'm not a half-breed I'm not me at all. I'm Merridy Merridy! That's who I am." Her face was turned away from him, so that she did not notice the frightful effect her words had upon Stark. "Where did you get that name?" His voice was pitched in a different key now.
"We had close squeezes many times, but I finally won, in spite of the fact that they tracked us clear to the edge of the desert, for I had hit for the state line, knowing that Nevada was a wilderness, and feeling that I'd surely lose them there. And I did. But in doing it I nearly lost Merridy.
She stood out from beneath the porch shadow and smiled her good-bye the last I ever saw of her.... "I travelled hard that night and swapped horses at daylight; then, leaving the wild country behind, I came into a region I didn't know, and found a Mexican woman who tended the child for me, for I was close by the place where Merridy was to come.
"Your father's mother?" he said, mechanically. "That's queer." He seemed to be trying to shake himself free from something. "It's heredity, I suppose. You have visions of a white woman, a woman named Merridy, eh?" Suddenly his manner changed, and he spoke so roughly that she looked at him in vague alarm. "How do you know? How do you know she was his mother?" "He told me so " Stark snarled.
I recall a lot more of little things about her, though the rest of what happened is rather dreamy. "I asked for Merridy, and she told me she'd gone away gone with Bennett, the night before, while I was coughing blood from the powder smoke; that they were married in the front room, and that the bride looked beautiful. She had cried a bit on leaving Chandon, and and that was about all.
That would block the vengeance that he saw shaping in the dank recesses of his distorted brain. First, and above all, he must get the girl away from Flambeau. "I went clear off my head," he heard himself saying, "at that name of Merridy, that ring, and all.
Her collapse showed the terrible strain she had been living under, and the ragged edge where her reason stood. She had been brave enough to plan coolly till the hour for giving up her baby, but when that came she was seized with a thousand dreads, and made me swear by my love for her, which was and is the holiest thing in all my life, that if anything happened I would live for the other Merridy.
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