But there is one thing I
care for still more, and that is, to redeem my father's memory
from reproach. In the last letter he ever wrote he made a
specific statement, which this lawyer declares to be false. The
evidence of his clerk will hurl back the falsehood upon himself."
"How strange it is, Mr. Morton," exclaimed Frank, "that you
should have saved the life of a son of the man who has done so
much to injure you!"
"Yes, that gives me great satisfaction. I do not wish Squire
Haynes any harm, but I am determined that justice shall be done.
Otherwise than that, if I can be of any service to him, I shall
not refuse."
"I remember now," said Frank, after a moment's pause, "that, on
the first Sunday you appeared at church, Squire Haynes stopped me
to inquire who you were."
"I am thought to look much as my father did. He undoubtedly saw
the resemblance. I have often caught his eyes fixed upon me in
perplexity when he did not know that I noticed him. It is
fourteen years since my father died.
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