Liberty and the control of
my own person are dear to me, and I mean to struggle for them."
"What makes you think of going to California? is it because it is so
far off?"
"Partly; but there is another reason," said Miss Sinclair. "I will
not conceal from you that there is a person there whom I wish to
meet."
"Is it a young man?" asked Ben shrewdly.
"You have guessed it. Richard Dewey is the son of a former
bookkeeper of my father. He is poor, but he is a gentleman, and
there is a mutual attachment between us. Indeed, he asked my
guardian's consent to his suit, but he was repelled with insult, and
charged with being a fortune-hunter. That name would better apply to
my guardian and his precious son."
"Is Mr. Dewey in California?"
"Yes; he went out there some months since. He promised to write me
regularly, but I have not heard a word from him. I know very well
that he has written, and that my guardian has suppressed his
letters."
"That is shameful!" said Ben warmly.
"It is indeed; but with your help I think I can circumvent Mr.
Campbell yet."
"Mr. Campbell is your guardian, I suppose, Ida?"
"Yes."
"You may reply upon me to help you in every way possible, Miss
Sinclair.
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