The Illegal Marriage — page 86: what you’re looking at

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78 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. manner? Don’t you know that I could hand you over at once?” “But you won’t though. Take a nip with a fellow, and don’t be sulky. How about that gal, down thar?” asked Hawks, with a leer, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Echaconnee. “Hawks, I was reading a letter from her when youcame in. Let me alone a little while longer, and I will give you money.” “How much longer? Let’s read the letter.” The young man drew back from the extended hand, and a look of terror came into his face. “J1’ll not show it to you.” “Oh, you won’t, hey? Then something’s up. You can’t fool me, boss. How long does she make you wait?” “Until the old man gets better, or dies.” “That’s along look ahead. He’ll linger on that way for years yit. Crazy people never do die a natural death if they’ve got any money. Don’t you know that? You’re lawyer enough for that, ain’t yer?” Guerry started as he heard this, and with open eyes sat staring vacantly at the man before him. Old Hawks poured out another glass of whisky, and forafew moments permitted his poison to do its work. “D’ye see,” he said, at length, squinting through his glass of hquor. “They go off kinder sudden, you know; and the ’quest finds him guilty of lunacy in the first degree; an’ they put him away, while the next o’ kin gits the money—d’ye see” | The portion was working, and old Hawks sat sipping his liquor with complacency. _ “*Tween you’n me, old Morgan might happen to comicbooks.co