CHAPTER VIII
THE PLACARD
The look that she had given him showed her sense of his sympathy. So he ventured,
"Did you hear from your father before he died?"
"Aunt Tillie did,—once. Then we got word he'd been killed in a railway accident out West. I was glad. A man like that has no right to live."
"You and Aunt Tillie have had a pretty hard time——" he mused.
"Yes. She's an angel—and I love her. Why is it that good people have nothin' but trouble? She had an uncle who went bad too—he was younger than she was—my great-uncle—Jack Bray—he forged a check—or somethin' up in Newark—and went to the penitentiary."
"And is he dead too?"