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Anderson gave the details of their appointments and salaries. "And never a thought of their old father, I'll be bound!" said McEwen, at the end, with slow vindictiveness. "You forget that it was your own doing; we believed you dead." "Aye! you hadn't left a man much to come home for! and all for an accident! a thing as might ha' happened to any man." The speaker's voice had grown louder.
Pipe tenderly the passing of the year. Harriet Mcewen Kimball. I love to hear thine earnest voice, Wherever thou art hid, Thou testy little dogmatist, Thou pretty Katydid! Thou mindest me of gentlefolks, Old gentlefolks are they, Thou say'st an undisputed thing In such a solemn way. Oliver Wendell Holmes.
Ginnell attend to you get the leg well and we'll see." McEwen eyed him his good looks and his dress, his gentleman's refinement; and the shaggy white brows of the old miner drew closer together. "What did you cast me off like that for, George?" he asked. Anderson turned away. "Don't rake up the past. Better not." "Where are my other sons, George?" "In Montreal, doing well."
Coroner," said Anderson, straightening himself to his full height, "the name of the man into whose death you are inquiring is not Alexander McEwen. He came from Scotland to Manitoba in 1869. His real name was Robert Anderson, and I am his son." The coroner gave an involuntary "Ah!" of amazement, which was echoed, it seemed, throughout the room.
"You trust me with three or four thousand dollars," said McEwen doggedly "because I'm your father and I give you my word. And if not, you can let it alone. I don't want any prying into my affairs." Anderson was silent a moment. Then he raised his eyes. "Are you sure it's all square?" The tone had sharpened. "Square? Of course it is. What are you aiming at?
He started up, and Anderson saw his hand dart for something lying beside him, no doubt a revolver. But Anderson grasped the arm. "Don't be afraid; you're quite safe." McEwen, still bewildered by sleep and drink, tried to shake off the grasp, to see who it was standing over him. Anderson released him, and moved so that the lamplight fell upon himself.
The elder of the two officers in particular drew a vivid and damning picture of the man's life and personality, of the cunning with which he had evaded the law, and the ruthlessness with which he had avenged one or two private grudges. "We have reason to suppose," said the American officer finally, "that McEwen was not originally a native of the States.
McEwen smiled a shifty smile, and began to pluck some pieces of straw from his sleeve. "Don't remember just what I did say. Nothing to do you no harm, anyway. I might have said you were never an easy chap to get on with. I might have said that, or I mightn't. Think I did. Don't remember." The eyes of the two men met for a moment, Anderson's bright and fixed.
Ginnell, looking in of an evening, beheld what seemed to her a touching sight, though one far beyond the deserts of such creatures as McEwen the son reading the newspaper aloud, or playing dominoes with his father, or just smoking and chatting.
I've told that woman to get me my things, and help me into the other room but she's in your pay, I suppose. She won't do anything I tell her, drat her!" "The doctor left orders you were to keep quiet to-day." McEwen vowed he would do nothing of the kind. He had no time to be lolling in bed like a fine lady. He had business to do, and must get home.
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