Two Men of Sandy Bar; a drama by Bret Harte
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Oakhurst (dragging him to gateway). Out you must go.
Morton. Stop, I command you. I never turned MY father out of doors! Oakhurst (gazing at MORTON). It is an OLD man! I release you. Do as you will, only remember that that girl is mine forever, that there is no power on earth will keep me from her. Morton. On conditions. Oakhurst. Who are you that make conditions? You are not--her father? Morton. No but I am YOURS! Alexander Morton, I charge you to hear me. Oakhurst (starting in astonishment; aside). Sandy Morton, my lost partner's father! This is fate. Morton. You are astonished; but I thought so. Ay, you will hear me now! I am your father, Alexander Morton, who drove you, a helpless boy, into disgrace and misery. I know your shameless life: for twenty years it was mine, and worse, until, by the grace of God, I reformed, as you shall. I have stopped you in a disgraceful act. Your mother--God forgive me!--left HER house, for MY arms, as wickedly, as wantonly, as shamelessly-- Oakhurst. Stop, old man! Stop! Another word (seizing him), and I may forget your years. |
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