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the intruder, as he clasped her tenderly in his arms. Jean was speechless for the moment with surprise and joy.
"Why don't you ask for an explanation, little one?" he asked after an interval. "An explanation is due you, God knows!"
"I knew you would come," she whispered timidly. " You have been forcibly detained, Ashton. Nothing else would, or could, have kept you away from your own."
"Yes, darling; it was all the evil-doing of that man Hankins, to whom I intrusted my letter and my ring. Come in. Uncle Joseph. Tell the whole cfuel story."
"He was on his way to his wedding when he was arrested and thrown into prison!" exclaimed the uncle.
"You remember the slave girl Le-Le, my bonnie Jean? I was falsely accused of being her murderer; and they would surely have convicted me of the crime if your uncle had not appeared upon the scene, and after much delay and difficulty proved an alibi. Do you wonder that my hair has turned white?"
"Why, so it has, Ashton! I had not noticed it before; the light is dim. But you are all right. Your hair is beautiful. I like it best as it is."
"I had a deuce of a time proving that alibi 1 "interrupted the uncle. "Our only witness was Siwash, who had left the scene of the tragedy and was nowhere to be found, though I sent scouts out for him in every direction. He had no idea that he was wanted, when he finally appeared upon the scene, but he came just in the nick of time.
"' I saw my sister make the fatal leap into Green River,' "he deposed in excellent English. ' She had been very despondent after Mr. Ashleigh left us, and I was often afraid she would take her life. But as the weeks passed, she apparently grew more reconciled; and I had ceased to worry about her, when one day, after getting my luncheon, she refused to wait upon the table, and left our cave in a manner that excited my alarm. So
