I have sworn to avenge his death. I swear it every night--
every night, Christine. First, I'm going to clear myself of the--the
hideous thing. And then!" There was a world of promise in those two
words.
"You have said that there is a man who can clear you," she ventured.
"Who is he, David? Where is he to be found? Why doesn't he step
forward and clear you?"
"I--I don't know where he is. In New York, I think. He--he was sent
out of the country by--by some one. Do you want to hear my side,
Christine?"
"Do you--care to speak of it, David?"
"Yes. You will understand. You are good. I want you to tell your
mother, too." He slackened his pace. Both forgot that the hour for the
"tournament" was drawing perilously near. "I lived with my
grandfather, Colonel Jenison. My father was killed at Shiloh. My
mother died when I was nine years old. I had one uncle, my father's
younger brother. He was an officer in the Southern army, just as my
father was. He gave my grandfather trouble all of his life. They say
it was his wild habits that drove my grandmother to her grave. I knew
him but slightly. When the war was two years old, he was court-
martialed for treason to the cause.
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