Part 18 (2/2)
”You are a bold youth, and it is plain that you have brilliant talents; I hope they have not been abused.”
”They have been, and will continue to be, used in the service of my suffering country.”
”I like you, and I hope everything is all right about you; but I cannot see your object in coming here under an a.s.sumed name.”
”Then you have decided the case against me--have you?” said Somers, glancing at the rival Allan.
”Perhaps I was a little too fast,” added the old man, mortified to find that his character for strict justice had been compromised by this hasty avowal.
Sue was absent a long time; and it was clear that the photograph had been mislaid. Somers was in hopes she would not be able to find it; though he had but a meager expectation of over-throwing the claims of his rival to the name of Allan Garland. It was a hot day, and the windows of the house were all open. His legs seemed to promise the only satisfactory solution of the problem; and while he was considering the propriety of jumping out through one of the open windows, and trusting to them for safety, Sue returned with the photograph.
”This looks more like you than the other; and more like you than it does like the other gentleman,” said Sue.
The rebel soldier took the card, and acknowledged that it was his photograph; at the same time, he was compelled to allow that it was but an indifferent likeness of himself. His hard service in the army had changed his appearance much. Sue gazed at the picture, and at the original, and her father did the same; but both of them were in doubt.
”There, sir! I have waited patiently for you to end this farce,” said Somers, in deep disgust apparently. ”You have looked at the pictures, and you are not satisfied yet. I can stand it no longer; I am tired of the whole thing. You have treated me very handsomely, and I am grateful to you for your kindness to me; but I cannot and will not remain any longer.”
Somers spoke decidedly, and was fully resolved to use his pistol, if occasion required. He was not willing to remain for a decision to be made between him and the other claimant.
”I will go with you, brother Allan Garland,” said the rebel soldier facetiously; ”I think between us we can readily decide which is the right man.”
”I am ready.”
”But we desire to be satisfied, especially in regard to this young man, who was suspected of being a deserter, and for whom I feel that I am responsible,” said Mr. Raynes.
”I can do nothing for you, sir,” replied Somers.
”But I can do something for you; and I propose to take you to the sergeant where I found you, and let the military authorities decide,”
continued the old man, whose ire was roused, as he moved towards the impudent young man.
”I propose that you shall do nothing of the kind,” answered Somers, drawing the pistol, and c.o.c.king it for use.
”Don't, father, don't!” exclaimed Sue, rus.h.i.+ng between Mr. Raynes and the active youth, pale with terror.
Somers would have been very unwilling to use his weapon on the old man.
He pitied him, and could not help thinking of the terrible blow which was in store for him when he should hear that his only son had been killed.
He hoped that something would interpose to prevent any violence, and he expected much from the gentle dignity of the young rebel.
”I am sorry that you compel me to draw this pistol,” added Somers; ”yet nothing but the duty I owe to myself and my country would permit me to use it upon those who have treated me so kindly.”
”I will be responsible for him,” said Allan Garland--the real one; for there could be no doubt that he was what he claimed.
”You shall not go near him, father! He will kill you!” cried Sue, terrified, as her father attempted to push her aside, and advance upon the armed young man.
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