The Courage of Captain Plum by James Oliver Curwood (finding audrey TXT) 📕

back, ashen white and still, and with a cry Nathaniel turned to the lieutenant. The officer ran forward with a flask in his hand.
"Give him this!"
The touch of liquor to Obadiah's lips revived him. He whispered weakly.
"The children, Nat--I tried to find them--and years after--I did--in Nauvoo. The man and woman who had killed the father in their own house had taken them and were raising them as their own. I went mad! Vengeance--vengeance--I lived for it, year after year. I wanted the children--but if I took them all would be lost. I followed them, watched them, loved them--and they loved me. I would wait--wait--until my vengeance would fall like the hand of God, and then I would free them, and tell them how beautiful their mother was. When Joseph Smith was killed and the split came the old folks followed Strang--and I--I too--"
He rested a moment, breathing heavily.
"I brought my Jean with me and buried her up there on the hill--the middle grave, Nat, the middle grave--Marion's mother."
Nathaniel pressed the liquor to the old man's lips again.
"My vengeance was at hand--I was almost ready--when Strang learned a part of the secret," he continued with an effort. "He found the old people were murderers. When Marion would not become his wife he told her what they had done. He showed her the evidence! He threatened them with death unless Marion became his wife. His sheriffs watched them night and day. He named the hour of their doom--unless Marion yielded to him. And to save them, her supposed parents--to keep the terrible knowledge of their crime from Neil--Marion--was--going--to--sacrifice--herself--when--"
Again he stopped. His breath was coming more faintly.
"I understand," whispered Nathaniel. "I understand--"
Obadiah's dimming eyes gazed at him steadily.
"I thought my vengeance would come--in time--to save her, Nat. But--it failed. I knew of one other way and when all seemed lost--I took it. I killed the old people--the murderers of her father--of my Jean! I knew that would destroy Strang's power--"
In a sudden spasm of strength he lifted his head. His voice came in a hoarse, excited whisper.
"You won't tell Marion--you won't tell Marion that I killed them--"
"No--never."
Obadiah fell back with a relieved sigh. After a moment he added.
"In a chest in the cabin there is a letter for Marion. It tells her about her mother--and the gold there--is for her--and Neil--"
His eyes closed. A shudder passed through his form.
"Marion--" he breathed. "Marion!"
Nathaniel rose to his feet and ran to the cabin door.
"Marion!" he called.
Blinding tears shut out the vision of the girl from his eyes. He pointed, looking from her, and she, knowing what he meant, sped past him to the old councilor.
In the great low room in which Obadiah Price had spent so many years planning his vengeance Captain Plum waited.
After a time, the girl came back.
There was great pain in her voice as she stretched out her arms to him blindly, sobbing his name.
"Gone--gone--they're all gone now--but Neil!"
Nathaniel held out his arms.
"Only Neil,"--he cried, "only Neil--Marion--?"
"And you--you--you--"
Her arms were around his neck, he held her throbbing against his breast.
"And you--"
She raised her face, glorious in its love.
"If you want me--still."
And he whispered:
"For ever and for ever!"
THE END


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Publication Date: 12-08-2009

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