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"It seems their own father has turned up and asked for them." "Is Horace going to let him have them?" "Not without a fight, I fear. He talked to me about it, and seemed perfectly decided to keep them. I told him to take no steps until papers were served upon him." "Can they keep them, Floyd?" Mrs. Vandecar had become suddenly interested in Fledra and Floyd.
Still more interested in his absent sister than in his newly found parent, Floyd put in: "I'll do anything ye say, if ye'll go for Flea." Ann touched the father's arm gently. "Come upstairs now." Mrs. Vandecar was alone when her husband entered. She was sitting near the window, her eyes pensive and sad. The governor advanced a step, thrusting back the desire to blurt out the truth.
Vandecar shuddered and shook his head; but before he could speak Cronk wailed dazedly: "Ye might have come and telled me yerself, ye might a knowed how I wanted ye to!" "I told you that I did come and you were gone," Vandecar answered emphatically. "Ye didn't think how I loved her, how I'd a dreamed of huggin' my own little brat!" Vandecar interrupted again: "I took the baby with me, Lon Cronk."
She looked so tiny, so frail! He was filled with strength and power, and so glad was his heart that it sang loudly and thumped until he heard a buzzing behind his ears. Suddenly he blurted out: "I'd a known ye were mine if I'd a met ye any place!" Governor Vandecar hurriedly left them and telephoned for a special train to take him to Ithaca. He entered his library and summoned Katherine.
Can you forgive me, beloved?" "I love you, Horace," she murmured, lifting bright, shy eyes. "And I love my beautiful mother, too, and oh, I worship my splendid father." She held out one hand to Governor Vandecar, over which the father closed his fingers. Then she threw back her head and smiled at them both. "I'm going to stay with my mother till she gets well.
The squatter smiled gloomily as he remembered the words of a newspaper friendly to Vandecar, in which he had read that Syracuse was full of painful memories for the new governor, and that Floyd Vandecar had taken his family down the Hudson, to make another home at Tarrytown, where Harold Brimbecomb, a youthful friend, resided.
Cronk stared vacantly. "Nope," he drawled; "I'll stay here in the hut with Midge. It's dark, and she's afraid of ghosts. I'll never steal ag'in, Mister, so I can't get pinched." Vandecar still insisted: "But won't you let your little girl come back and get her clothes? And you, too, can come to our home, for for a visit." His face crimsoned as he prevaricated. But Lon still shook his head.
It will be a nuisance; but I did not try to change his mind, because he was so earnest about it." "So is Ann," replied Mrs. Vandecar, "and then, Dear, I always think their kindness to those poor little children might make the little dears useful in life sometime. Mildred says they are very pretty and sweet."
On a fashionable street in Syracuse, Floyd Vandecar, district attorney of the city, lived in a new house, built to please the delicate fancies of his pretty wife. His career had been comet-like. Graduated from Cornell University and starting in law with his father, he had succeeded to a large practice when but a very young man.
But I knew that no one could aid me except you in the particular thing I am interested in." "I shall be glad to help you, if I can, Ann.... There, Katherine, just roll my hair up. Thank you, Girly." Ann had seated herself, and now spoke of her errand: "You've heard of our little charges who came so strangely to us not long ago?" Mrs. Vandecar nodded. "Horace and I wish to do something for them.
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