“I ain’t of a revengeful disposition. I’ll forgive y’u for doing your duty and saving my life twice,” he said, with a smile of whimsical irony. “I don’t want your forgiveness.” “Well, then for thinking me a ‘bad man.’” “You ought to beg _my_ pardon. I was a friend, at least you say I acted like one—and you didn’t care enough to right yourself with me.” “Maybe I cared too much to risk trying it. I knew there would be proof some time, and I decided to lie under the suspicion until I could get it. I see now that wasn’t kind or fair to you. I am sorry I didn’t tell y’u all about it. May I tell y’u the story now?” “If you wish.” It was a long story, but the main points can be told in a paragraph. The grandfather of the two cousins, General Edward Bannister, had worn the Confederate gray for four years, and had lost an arm in the service of the flag with the stars and bars. After the war he returned to his home in Virginia to find it in ruins, his slaves freed and his fields mortgaged. He had pulled himself together for another start, and had practiced law in the little town where his family had lived for generations. Of his two sons, one was a ne’er-do-well. He was one of those brilliant fellows of whom much is expected that never develops. He had a taste for low company, married beneath him, and, after a career that was a continual mortification and humiliation to his father, was killed in a drunken brawl under disgraceful circumstances, leaving behind a son named for the general. The second son of General Bannister also died young, but not before he had proved his devotion to his father by an exemplary life. He, too, was married and left an only son, also named for the old soldier. The boys were about of an age and were well matched in physical and mental equipment. But the general, who had taken them both to live with him, soon discovered that their characters were as dissimilar as the poles. One grandson was frank, generous, open as the light; the other was of a nature almost degenerate. In fact, each had inherited the qualities of his father. Tales began to come to the old general’s ears that at first he refused to credit. But eventually it was made plain to him that one of the boys was a rake of the most objectionable type.