The Illegal Marriage — page 111: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. | 103 held the bloody knife in her hand. Ogletree took it from her, and turned to lay Morgan farther on the bed; but the old man resisted, with all the strength that remained to him, the efforts to aid him or to check the flow of blood. Turning her face awav from that dreadful bed, her eyes looked out into the garden. Was she asleep? Through the honeysuckle vine that clam- bered over the veranda, she saw two piercing eyes, _ that shone even in the dark, and the haggard face of a heavily bearded man. In a second it was gone. She could not move, but rubbed her eyes to see if she was really awake, and satisfied on that score, tried again and again to bring the phantom back. Long after, when her reason had been restored, Cecy wondered if this were merely an image of the brain. Doing the best that he could for old Morgan, and leaving him in charge of the negroes, Ogletree saddled a horse and rode off for Doctor Trippe. It was a cold, stormy, windy morning. Before daylight he had reached Stannard’s house, and calling him up, as before narrated, rode on at full speed. Trippe was just dismounting at his own gate when the overseer arrived. Without going into his ‘house he sprang into the saddle again, as soon as he heard the story, and rode off at a break-neck pace down the long, sandy hill leading to Kcha- connee. Stannard was but a few moments ahead of him, and Trippe stepped into the room in time to hear the dying man’s last words. For some time Cecy had slept upon the couch where she had thrown herself, but was roused by Eomicboo “S (Ee)