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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Two Men of Sandy Bar; a drama"

(Aloud.)
Yes, sir, I was still up. I have only just now dismissed the
policemen.
Old Morton. Ay. I heard voices, and saw a light in your window.
I came to tell you, Alexander, Capper has explained all about--
about the decoy! More; he has told me of your courage and your
invaluable assistance. For a moment, sir,--I don't mind telling
you now in confidence,--I doubted YOU--
Oakhurst (in feigned deprecation). Oh, sir!
Old Morton. Only for a moment. You will find, Alexander, that
even that doubt shall have full apology when the year of your
probation has expired. Besides, sir. I know all.
Oakhurst (starting). All!
Old Morton. Yes, the story about the Duchess and your child. You
are surprised. Col. Starbottle told me all. I forgive you,
Alexander, for the sake of your boy.
Oakhurst. My boy, sir!
Old Morton. Yes, your boy. And let me tell you, sir, he's a fine
young fellow. Looks like you,--looks as you did when YOU were a
boy. He's a Morton too, every inch of him, there's no denying
that. No, sir. You may have changed; but he--he--is the living
image of my little Alexander. He took to me, too,--lifted his
little arms--and--and-- (Becomes affected, and leans his head in
his hands.)
Oakhurst (rising). You are not well, sir. Let me lead you to your
room.
Old Morton. No! it is nothing: a glass of water, Alexander!
Oakhurst (aside). He is very pale.


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