`` Dear , oh dear , how are we ever going to send that money to him ? '' she exclaimed . `` And he so nice and goodhearted ! '' Grandma worried over this for a week in the intervals of looking after Delia . One day William George came in with a large city daily in his hands . He looked curiously at Grandma and then showed her the front-page picture of a man , clean-shaven , with an oddly shaped scar high up on his forehead . `` Did you ever see that man , Mother ? '' he asked . `` Of course I did , '' said Grandma excitedly . `` Why , it 's the man I met on the train . Who is he ? What is his name ? Now , we 'll know where to send -- '' `` That is Mark Hartwell , who shot Amos Gray at Charlotteville three weeks ago , '' said William George quietly . Grandma looked at him blankly for a moment . `` It could n't be , '' she gasped at last . `` That man a murderer ! I 'll never believe it ! '' `` It 's true enough , Mother . The whole story is here . He had shaved his beard and dyed his hair and came near getting clear out of the country .
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