You didn't know it. He
took ten thousand dollars of your money, got from the Wonegosh farm he
sold for you. He--"
Cassy Mavor started forwards with a cry, but Black Andy waved her down.
"No, I'm going to tell it. George lost your ten thousand dollars, dad,
gambling, racing, speculating. He told her--Cassy-two days after they was
married, and she took the money she earned on the stage, and give it to
him to pay you back on the quiet through the bank. You never knew, but
that's the kind of boy your son George was, and that's the kind of wife
he had. George told me all about it when I was East six years ago."
He came over to Cassy and stood beside her. "I'm standing by George's
wife," he said, taking her hand, while she shut her eyes in her
misery--had she not hid her husband's wrong-doing all these years? "I'm
standing by her. If it hadn't been for that ten thousand dollars she paid
back for George, you'd have been swamped when the Syndicate got after
you, and we wouldn't have had Lumley's place, nor this, nor anything. I
guess she's got rights here, dad, as good as any."
The old man sank slowly into a chair. "George--George stole from
me--stole money from me!" he whispered. His face was white.
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