s musing. Unwarily
the scholar continued: "Because, in that case, I should not like to
interfere."
MRS. CRANE.--"Quite right, sir. His own friends would not interfere with
his roving ways, his little whims on any account. Poor man, why should
they? He has no property for them to covet. But it is a long story. I
had the care of that dear little girl from her infancy, sweet child!"
OXONIAN.--"So she seems."
MRS. CRANE.--"And now she has a most comfortable home provided for her;
and a young girl, with good friends, ought not to be tramping about the
country, whatever an old man may do. You must allow that, sir?"
OXONIAN.--"Well,--yes, I allow that; it occurred to me. But what is the
man?--the gentleman?"
MRS. CRANE.--"Very 'eccentric,' as you say, and inconsiderate, perhaps,
as to the little girl. We will not call it insane, sir. But--are you
married?"
OXONIAN (blushing).--"No, ma'am."
MRS. CRANE.--"But you have a sister, perhaps?"
OXONIAN.--"Yes; I have one sister."
MRS. CRANE.--"Would you like your sister to be running about the country
in that way,--carried off from her home, kindred, and friends?"
OXONIAN.--"Ah! I understand. The poor little girl is fond of the old
man,--a relation, grandfather perhaps? and he has taken her from her
home; and though not actually insane, he is still--"
MRS. CRANE.--"An unsafe guide for a female child, delicately reared.
I reared her; of good prospects, too. O sir, let us save the child!
Look--" She drew from a sidepocket in her stiff iron-gray apron a folded
paper; she placed it in the Oxonian's hand; he glanced over and returned
it.
"I see, ma'am. I cannot hesitate after this. It is a good many miles off
where I met the persons whom I have no doubt that you seek; and two or
three days ago my father received a letter from a very worthy, excellent
man, with whom he is often brought into communication upon benevolent
objects,--a Mr. Hartopp, the Mayor of Gatesboro', in which, among other
matters, the Mayor mentioned briefly that the Literary Institute of that
town had been much delighted by the performance of a very remarkable man
with one eye, about whom there seemed some mystery, with a little girl
and a learned dog; and I can't help thinking that the man, the girl, and
the dog, must be those whom I saw and you seek."
MRS. CRANE.--"At Gatesboro'? is that far?"
OXONIAN.--"Some way; but you can get a cross train from this village. I
hope that the old man wi
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