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servant who answered he said:
``Is Mr. John at home?''
``Yes, sir; he came in ten minutes ago.''
``Tell him I wish to see him at once in the library. Summon the housekeeper, also.''
Surprised at the summons, John Wade answered it directly. He and Mrs. Bradley met at the door and entered together. Their surprise and dismay may be conjectured when they saw our hero seated beside Mr. Wharton, dressed like a young gentleman.
``John Wade,'' said his uncle, sternly, ``the boy whom you malign, the boy you have so deeply wronged, has found a permanent home in this house.''
``What, sir! you take him back?''
``I do. There is no more fitting place for him than the house of his grandfather.''
``His grandfather!'' exclaimed his nephew and the housekeeper, in chorus.
``I have abundant proof of the relationship. This morning I have listened to the story of your treachery. I have seen the woman whose son, represented to me as my grandson, lies in Greenwood Cemetery. I have learned your wicked plans to defraud him of his inheritance, and I tell you that you have failed.''
``I shall make my will to-morrow, bequeathing all my property to my grandson, excepting only an annual income of two thousand dollars to yourself. And now I must trouble you to find a boarding place. After what has passed I do not desire to have you in the family.''
``I do not believe he is your grandson,'' said John Wade, too angry to heed prudential considerations.
``Your opinion is of little consequence.''
``Then, sir, I have only to wish you good-morning. I will send for my trunks during the day.''
``Good-morning,'' said Mr. Wharton, gravely, and John Wade left the room, baffled and humiliated.
``I hope, sir,'' said the housekeeper, alarmed for her position; ``I hope you don't think I knew Mr. Frank was your grandson. I never was so astonished and flustrated in my life. I hope you won't discharge me, sir--me that have served you so faithfully for many years.''
``You shall remain on probation. But if Frank ever has any fault to find with you, you must go.''
``I hope you will forgive me, Mr. Frank.''
``I forgive you freely,'' said our hero, who was at a generous disposition.
CHAPTER XXII
CONCLUSION
Meanwhile poor Grace had fared badly at the poorhouse in Crawford. It was a sad contrast to the gentle and kindly circle at Mr. Pomeroy's. What made it worse for Grace was, that she could hear nothing of Frank. She feared he was sick, or had met with some great misfortune, which prevented his writing.
One day a handsome carriage drove up to the door. From it descended our hero, elegantly attired. He knocked at the door.
Mrs. Chase, who was impressed by wealth, came to the door in a flutter of respect, induced by the handsome carriage.
``What do you wish, sir?'' she asked, not recognizing Frank.
``Miss Grace Fowler!'' repeated Mrs. Chase, almost paralyzed at Grace being called for by such stylish acquaintances
``Yes, my sister Grace.''
``What! are you Frank Fowler?''
``Yes. I have come to take Grace away.''
``I don't know as I have the right to let her go,'' said Mrs. Chase, cautiously, regretting that Grace was likely to escape her clutches.
``Here is an order from Deacon Pinkerton, chairman of the overseers of the poor.''
``That is sufficient. She can go. You look as if you had prospered in the city,'' she added, with curiosity.
``Yes. I have found my grandfather, who is very wealthy.''
``You don't say!'' ejaculated Mrs. Chase. ``I'll tell Grace at once.''
Grace at work in the kitchen had not heard of the arrival. What was her surprise when Mrs. Chase, entering the room, said, graciously:
``Go up at once, Grace, and change your clothes. Your brother has come for you. He is going to take you away.''
Grace almost gasped for breath.
``Is it true?''
``It is indeed. Your brother looks remarkably well. He is rich. He has found a rich grandfather, and has come for you in a carriage.''
In amazed bewilderment Grace went upstairs and
``Is Mr. John at home?''
``Yes, sir; he came in ten minutes ago.''
``Tell him I wish to see him at once in the library. Summon the housekeeper, also.''
Surprised at the summons, John Wade answered it directly. He and Mrs. Bradley met at the door and entered together. Their surprise and dismay may be conjectured when they saw our hero seated beside Mr. Wharton, dressed like a young gentleman.
``John Wade,'' said his uncle, sternly, ``the boy whom you malign, the boy you have so deeply wronged, has found a permanent home in this house.''
``What, sir! you take him back?''
``I do. There is no more fitting place for him than the house of his grandfather.''
``His grandfather!'' exclaimed his nephew and the housekeeper, in chorus.
``I have abundant proof of the relationship. This morning I have listened to the story of your treachery. I have seen the woman whose son, represented to me as my grandson, lies in Greenwood Cemetery. I have learned your wicked plans to defraud him of his inheritance, and I tell you that you have failed.''
``I shall make my will to-morrow, bequeathing all my property to my grandson, excepting only an annual income of two thousand dollars to yourself. And now I must trouble you to find a boarding place. After what has passed I do not desire to have you in the family.''
``I do not believe he is your grandson,'' said John Wade, too angry to heed prudential considerations.
``Your opinion is of little consequence.''
``Then, sir, I have only to wish you good-morning. I will send for my trunks during the day.''
``Good-morning,'' said Mr. Wharton, gravely, and John Wade left the room, baffled and humiliated.
``I hope, sir,'' said the housekeeper, alarmed for her position; ``I hope you don't think I knew Mr. Frank was your grandson. I never was so astonished and flustrated in my life. I hope you won't discharge me, sir--me that have served you so faithfully for many years.''
``You shall remain on probation. But if Frank ever has any fault to find with you, you must go.''
``I hope you will forgive me, Mr. Frank.''
``I forgive you freely,'' said our hero, who was at a generous disposition.
CHAPTER XXII
CONCLUSION
Meanwhile poor Grace had fared badly at the poorhouse in Crawford. It was a sad contrast to the gentle and kindly circle at Mr. Pomeroy's. What made it worse for Grace was, that she could hear nothing of Frank. She feared he was sick, or had met with some great misfortune, which prevented his writing.
One day a handsome carriage drove up to the door. From it descended our hero, elegantly attired. He knocked at the door.
Mrs. Chase, who was impressed by wealth, came to the door in a flutter of respect, induced by the handsome carriage.
``What do you wish, sir?'' she asked, not recognizing Frank.
``Miss Grace Fowler!'' repeated Mrs. Chase, almost paralyzed at Grace being called for by such stylish acquaintances
``Yes, my sister Grace.''
``What! are you Frank Fowler?''
``Yes. I have come to take Grace away.''
``I don't know as I have the right to let her go,'' said Mrs. Chase, cautiously, regretting that Grace was likely to escape her clutches.
``Here is an order from Deacon Pinkerton, chairman of the overseers of the poor.''
``That is sufficient. She can go. You look as if you had prospered in the city,'' she added, with curiosity.
``Yes. I have found my grandfather, who is very wealthy.''
``You don't say!'' ejaculated Mrs. Chase. ``I'll tell Grace at once.''
Grace at work in the kitchen had not heard of the arrival. What was her surprise when Mrs. Chase, entering the room, said, graciously:
``Go up at once, Grace, and change your clothes. Your brother has come for you. He is going to take you away.''
Grace almost gasped for breath.
``Is it true?''
``It is indeed. Your brother looks remarkably well. He is rich. He has found a rich grandfather, and has come for you in a carriage.''
In amazed bewilderment Grace went upstairs and