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She was aware that his sister had come for her; but no thought entered her mind to give up the yoke that would soon be too heavy to bear. Then Governor Vandecar began to speak, and Fledra looked at him. "I have come to take back my own, Lon Cronk," said he, "that of which you robbed me many years ago."
He threw the paper at the trembling girl, as he continued, "Brimbecomb dropped it on the floor. Now I think Governor Vandecar will help me! I'm going to Ithaca!" With the letter held tightly in her hands, the woman read over twice the pitiful denunciation; then, tearless and strong, she went to her brother. "What what are you going to do for her first, Dear?"
At length she faltered: "Floyd, I've never loved Katherine as I should. I'm sorry.... Yes, yes, I will see her and you will bring me my babies!" Vandecar stooped and kissed her; then, with a tightening of his throat, went out. Five minutes later a small girl followed Mr. Vandecar in and stood beside the bed. Fledra Vandecar took the little girl-face in her hands and kissed it.
Vandecar groaned groaned for them all, no more for himself and for his gentle wife than for the great hulk of a man wrestling in agony. Tears rose slowly to his lids; but he dashed them away. "Cronk," he cried, "Cronk, for God's sake, don't don't! I've borne an awful burden all these years, and every time I've thought of her I've thought of you and wondered where you were."
Please go now, and remember what I've said, that you have the law. And remember another thing: if you do fight, I shall bring everything I can find against you, if I have to ask the aid of Governor Vandecar. I see no other course open to you. Good-day, Sir." Cronk glared about until his gaze rested upon the two girls. His eyes pierced into the soul of Fledra.
Governor Vandecar dropped into his desk-chair. For a space of time his face was concealed from Ann and Floyd by his quivering hand. When he looked up, the joy in his eyes formed a strange contrast to Ann's tearful face. Floyd, thinking the change in the governor boded well for Fledra, advanced a step. "Sit down, boy," said the governor in a voice that was still hoarse.
But Everett also knew what an influence Mrs. Vandecar had over her husband, and now rejoined: "I have gone too far with it; and, what's more, if I have to bear the brunt of the thing alone, I'll free Ann from a presence that has completely changed her! Have you seen her lately?" Mrs. Vandecar shook her head. "I haven't," she admitted slowly.
It was not until long afterward that Horace Shellington heard of the scene through which she had passed. Everett Brimbecomb's card admitted him to the governor's home. Mrs. Vandecar welcomed him with outstretched hands. "Strange, Everett," said she, "but I was thinking only this afternoon that I should ask you to dinner.
Very soon she made ready for home, with no hint of the conversation she had had with Everett, and no word of advice to Ann about giving up her charges. A letter went that night from Fledra Vandecar to her husband in Albany. It was written after the woman had paced her room for several hours in inexplicable disquietude and unrest. Puzzled, the governor read: "Dearest.
"I haven't been well enough to go out, and she hasn't been here. I have heard from her only now and then on the 'phone. Poor child! I must try to get over there tomorrow." Next day Ann met Mrs. Vandecar with open arms. "Oh, Fledra," said she, "I've longed for you so many days! I do appreciate your coming!" "I knew you would, Ann. You are the first acquaintance I have called on in weeks.
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