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How should he speak of the misfortune, the ineradicable disgraoe, which had fallen upon their house to his mother? It would kill her. She was even now stretohed upon a sick bed, and this fearful intelligence coming at suoh a time would assuredly kill her.Mr. Graham, after he had recovered from Coach Outlet the first shook of the calamity, lost no time in putting the detective police on the track of the fugitives. He found that a considerable quantity of jewellery and other valuables had been taken away, and he was therefore enabled to charge Langton with having robbed him.Langton, consequently, became a legitimate object of pursuit on the part of the police, and they did their very utmost to track him, but without avail.It is more than probable that the fact of Gauntley Graham concealing, as he did, from the police that Mrs. Graham was the companion of Langton's flight, militatod considerably against the chances of his capture; but Coach Outlet Gauntley Graham was Bhocked at the bare idea of making his disgrace public. Much ?b he desired to get Langton within his grasp, he could not use suoh means to accomplish his end. Consequently, the seducer and his wretched victim were enabled to pursue their oourse unmolested. From some slight information the police had acquired in the matter, it was Coach Factory Outlet conjectured the pair intended to make America their resting-place, although the unreliability of all assertion on the subject was evidenoed by the fact of others inclining to think that Callao was their intended goal; whilst others, attain, expressed a belief that the guilty pair had actually sailed for Australia. Wherever they had gone, their wiokad aot had left behind ita sting to pierce the innocent breast.Gauntley Graham, whose whole existence hitherto, until the occurrence of this dreadful calamity, had flowed smoothly on without let or impediment to its peaoeful, happy course, was now destined to taste of the sharpness of Coach Outlet grief indeed. As he had feared, the intelligence of her daughter-in-law's wickedness Coach Outlet proved too muoh for his aged mother. The poor old lady's strength was all too little to bear her up under the weight of so crushing a calamity. She was a very' proud woman—proud of her gentle birth and hitherto stainless name—and, consequently, her grief and rage—for her's was a nature which oould not relieve itBelf by the indulgence in a puling, tearful sorrow, and she was, consequently, passionately indignant at the baseness of her daughter-in-law's conduct —were so great that the subsequent exhaustion materially hastened her death.And now was Gauntley Graham quite alone, save, indeed, for the company of his little Coach Outlet girl. Yet, to look upon her sweet young face was but to revive his grief, for she was the living image of her mother. The little ohild, by a thousand innocent wiles, essayed to assuage the grief she could not understand. Her every look and way reminded the father so much of her he had lott, that he had mnch ado to restrain big tears as Ally clung to him and hung around his Coach Outlet neck.Gauntley Graham was a man of strong mind and iron will, and his pride urged him to forget the worthless creature Coach Outlet who had so basely repaid his trusting affection; but he was made to feel how "all powerful is love." He could not cast her from him, nor pluck from his heart the fair flower of love, Coach Outlet the growth of so many, many years. Nourished with tears, and vivified by the warmth and light of smiles,^had this beauteous floweret of affection sprung up in his heart. He had fondly imagined, poor wretch, that, in the heart of his wife bloomed a companion flower, whose roots received their nourishment, and whose leaves expanded, green and tender, under hi$ influence. Pshaw! it was but an idle weed which grew there; worse—a foul and noisome weed.Alas! alas! how many such fancied flowers are but, at the best, mere weeds; how, like Siebel's love-rose, do the petals wither at oar touch, and lie scentless, worthless, at our feet.CHAPTER VH.!Twblvi years have elapsed since the occurrence of the Coach Outlet events narratedin the last chapter.Once more we stand, in imagination, with the reader by our side, in an apartment of Gauntley Graham's mansion.

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