Hark ye, Don Jose! We are equal at last. But--hark
ye, Aleck! How about the boy, eh?--my grandson, eh? Is this one
of the sons by adoption?
Sandy (embarrassedly). It is my own, sir.
Capper (advancing). He can with safety claim it; for the mother is
on her way to Australia with her husband.
Old Morton. And the schoolma'am, eh?
Miss Mary. She will claim the usual year of probation for your
prodigal, and then--
Sandy. God bless ye, Miss Mary!
Old Morton. I am in a dream! But the world--my friends--my
patrons--how can I explain?
Starbottle. I will--er--explain. (Advancing slowly to front--to
audience.) One moment--er--a single moment! If anything that has--
er--transpired this evening--might seem to you, ladies and
gentlemen--er--morally or--er--legally--or honorably to require--
er--apology--or--er--explanation--permit me to say--that I--Col.
Culpepper Starbottle, hold myself responsible--er--personally
responsible.
Capper. Concho.
Old Morton. Sandy. Miss Mary. Don Jose. Jovita. Oakhurst.
Col. Starbottle.
Curtain.
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext Two Men of Sandy Bar, by Bret Harte
Pages:
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141