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This
was
not
Woodley
Poindexter
:
for
after
Calhoun
's
death
,
it
was
discovered
that
the
ex-captain
had
once
been
a
Benedict
;
and
there
was
a
young
scion
of
his
stock
--
living
in
New
Orleans
--
who
had
the
legal
right
to
say
he
was
his
son
!
It
mattered
not
to
Maurice
Gerald
;
who
,
now
clear
of
every
entanglement
,
became
the
husband
of
the
fair
Creole
.
After
a
visit
to
his
native
land
--
including
the
European
tour
--
which
was
also
that
of
his
honeymoon
--
Sir
Maurice
,
swayed
by
his
inclinations
,
once
more
returned
to
Texas
,
and
made
Casa
del
Corvo
his
permanent
home
.
The
"
blue-eyed
colleen
"
of
Castle
Ballagh
must
have
been
a
myth
--
having
existence
only
in
the
erratic
fancy
of
Phelim
.
Or
it
may
have
been
the
bud
of
a
young
love
,
blighted
ere
it
reached
blooming
--
by
absence
,
oft
fatal
to
such
tender
plants
of
passion
?
Whether
or
no
,
Louise
Poindexter
--
Lady
Gerald
she
must
now
be
called
--
during
her
sojourn
in
the
Emerald
Isle
saw
nothing
to
excite
her
to
jealousy
.
Only
once
again
did
this
fell
passion
take
possession
of
her
spirit
;
and
then
only
in
the
shape
of
a
shadow
soon
to
pass
away
.
It
was
one
day
when
her
husband
came
home
to
the
hacienda
--
bearing
in
his
arms
the
body
of
a
beautiful
woman
!
Not
yet
dead
;
though
the
blood
streaming
from
a
wound
in
her
bared
bosom
showed
she
had
not
long
to
live
.
To
the
question
,
"
Who
has
done
this
?
"
she
was
only
able
to
answer
,
"
Diaz
--
Diaz
!
"
It
was
the
last
utterance
of
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
!
