Laura Brayton — page 213: what you’re looking at

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204 | LAURA BRAYTON. of the other—Enoch Sharp—is dead. The day which ere long will dawn, would have witnessed their re- storation to the rights and property which he wrongfully withheld. But death has altered all our plans. A. messenger who will not dally has gone already to notify Mr. Walter Withers and Mr. Johnson, the lawyer, that they are needed here.” “My wife? Yes; itis Annie,” sobbed the old man. “And my child, is she my child?” he asked, point- ing to Laura, who stood in tearful wonder, gazing first at one and then at the other. “Your child and mine, Luke, your child and mine,” said the lady, raising her head from his breast to turn her eyes upon Laura. “My mother, my father? Can this be real?” gasped the trembling girl. “It is,” said Captain Hawk. “There is a long story to tell—a story in which I played a villain’s part, but it must all come out when the others arrive.” “You have nobly redeemed all the wrong you ever did,” cried the lady. “You have restored me to my child, and Heaven has brought back my hus- band to make my joy complete.” “I can’t forget the bad past, no matter what the present good I do,” said the captain, sadly. “But do not, dear lady, nor you, Mr. Withers, and Miss Laura, remain here in this atmosphere of death. Go with me to some more cheerful room in the _ house, to wait for those whom I have sent for, while the officers take charge of these hideous remains.” GComicboo