I charge you to bury me as Andrew Witherspoon, for in the grave I hope to be myself, with nothing to hide.

Write at once to your father, and after settling up my affairs, which I urge you not to neglect, you can go to him.

In the commercial world a high place awaits you, and though I have done you a great wrong, I hope that your recollection of my deep love for you may soften your resentment and attune your young heart to the sweet melody of forgiveness.
"ANDREW WITHERSPOON." DeGolyer folded the paper, returned it to Henry and sat in silence.
He looked at the smoking lamp and listened to the barking of the hungry dogs.
"What do you think, Hank ?" "I don't know what to think." "But ain't it the strangest thing you ever heard of ?" "Yes, it is strange, and yet not so strange to me.

It is simply the sequel to a well-known story.

In the streets of New Orleans, years ago, when I could scarcely carry a bundle of newspapers, I cried your name.