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"Oh, please, doctor, please, don't be mad!" Susan had both hands hold of his arm now. "'Twas for Keith, an' I knew you'd be willin' to do anything for him, when you understood, jest as I am. You see, I didn't want him to know you was Dorothy's father," she plunged on breathlessly, "an' so I was goin' to ask you to let me call you somethin' else not Parkman.

The humble funeral was over. The soft, green turf had been broken, and the bright June flowers had fallen beneath the old sexton's spade as he dug the little grave where Willie Parkman was laid to rest. In the drunkard's home there was again darkness and a silence which would never be broken by the prattle of a childish voice.

George accordingly went back into the station, and told Mr. and Mrs. Parkman that he and Rollo would accept their invitation, and join with them in seeing what there was in the Hague. "And then, after that," said Mr. George, "we shall come back to Delft, while you go on to Amsterdam." "I wish you would go on with us," said Mr. Parkman. "We can't do that very well," said Mr. George.

He treats it with the same respect with which some Scots Drummond, Urquhart, and Stevenson have treated it, and under his hand it assumes a classic austerity, sometimes missed by the Englishman, who writes it with the fluency and freedom bred of familiar use. The stately and erudite work of Francis Parkman is a fair example. The historian of 'Montcalm and Wolfe' has a clear title to immortality.

That evening Susan heard that Dorothy Parkman was expected to arrive in Hinsdale in two days. "I'll jest wait, then, an' intervene the young lady my own self," she mused, as she walked home from the post-office.

The Professor asked what it all meant; he was informed that he must consider himself in custody, charged with the murder of Dr. George Parkman. Webster, somewhat taken aback, desired that word should be sent to his family, but was dissuaded from his purpose for the time being.

It was as if that, and that alone, he could keep. "Karl Karl!" she cried, terrorised "look at me! Speak to me! I am here! Ernestine is here!" And then, the strongest word of woman to man "I'm frightened! Oh take care of me Karl take care of me!" Dr. Parkman tried to take her away, but she resisted fiercely, and they let her stay.

The patients, coming and going all the time, know me as the doctor's daughter, and naturally call me 'Miss Stewart. So it doesn't seem so queer when Mr. Keith does it." "Good!" exclaimed Susan with glowing satisfaction. "An' now here's to hopin' he won't never find out who you really be!" "Is he so very bitter, then, against Dorothy Parkman?" The girl asked the question a little wistfully.

We'll let it go at that, if you please," he said. "But I don't please!" Susan was in the room now, close to Keith's chair. Her face was quivering with emotion. "Keith, won't you listen to reason? It ain't like you a mite to sit back like this an' refuse to see a nice little body like Dorothy Parkman, what's been so kind " "Susan!" Keith was sitting erect again.

This may be partly because Pontiac's story has been told by such a magician as Mr. Francis Parkman. But it is partly because the data are too meagre. In all probability, however, the schemes of Sassacus the Pequot, of Philip the Wampanoag, and of Pontiac the Ottawa, were substantially the same.

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