es not like the man?"
"No, he despises him."
"That will make it awkward, if this doctor's story is true."
"He will have to bring strong proofs to make me believe the story, I can
tell you that."
"I do not blame you, Marion." The young surgeon mused for a moment. "It
runs in my mind that I have heard of this Dr. Mackey before."
"Where?"
"I cannot remember now. But I believe it was while I was practicing in
Philadelphia."
"Was he a doctor there?"
"It runs in my mind that he was connected with some bogus medical
institute which defrauded people through the mails. But I am not
certain."
"If there is truth in this, I wish you would look the matter up, Harry.
Mamma will want to know all she can of Dr. Mackey before she gives up
Jack to him."
"I will do my best for you, Marion. I love Jack, too--although he was
very young when I went away, if you will remember."
"You have been away a long time, Harry," she replied, and drew a long
breath.
"That is true, and I realize it now, although I did not before." He
gazed steadily into her face and suddenly caught her hand. "Dear cousin,
cannot you forgive me for going over to the enemy?" he pleaded.
She flushed up. "I ought not to, Harry, but--but----"
"You will, nevertheless?"
"I--I will think of it," she faltered.
"We were very intimate when I went away. I would not wish that intimacy
broken off."
"Were we intimate?" she murmured shyly.
"Yes, indeed. Don't you remember it? You used to sit in my lap."
"How shocking!" she cried. "Are you sure?"
"As if I could forget it."
"You seem to have an awfully good memory for some things," she said
slowly.
"I remember something more, Marion. We were like brother and sister in
those days, and you used to put your arms around my neck and kiss me."
"I don't believe I ever did anything so dreadful, Harry!"
"I remember it perfectly well."
"Don't you think we had better go into the house now?"
"Don't get angry, Marion. But--but--I always did think a lot of you, and
always shall--even if I have turned Yankee."
"Yankee or not, Harry, you will always be very dear to me as my cousin,"
she returned hastily.
"Speaking of cousins, does St. John come here often?"
"Yes, quite often."
"I suppose he comes to see you?"
"He comes to see mamma and me. He and Jack are not very good friends."
"What, doesn't Jack like him?"
"He considers St. John overbearing, and St. John thinks Jack an
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