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Vandecar leaned over and gently brushed back a lock of hair from the girl's brow. "Ann, dear, can't you tell me what is the matter?" "There's so very much, it would weary you." "Indeed, no! Mayn't I stay with you just a little while?" Ann checked back her emotion and rose. "Pardon, Dear; I didn't dream that you could." "Of course I can. Mildred is in Albany.
"But now you understand why I want to do something to relieve these misguided young people to say nothing of my love for Ann?" "I do understand," replied Mrs. Vandecar, "and I can't blame you. But, really, I don't see what I can do, without incurring the enmity of both of my friends." "Your husband," breathed Everett.
"How very strange!" exclaimed the woman, mystified. "It's no more strange to you than to me," went on Everett, after they were seated. "First, Horace and I quarreled, and then, thinking Ann would uphold me in my work, I went to her; getting about the same reception I had received from him." "I should never have believed it of either of them," faltered Mrs. Vandecar. "But do tell me about it."
You've made me your life debtor; but, of course of course, I didn't know, did I?" Then, startled by a new thought, he realized Floyd. "But my girl!" "Horace has gone for her," Ann cried. "And I will follow him," groaned Vandecar. "Horace and he could not interest me in my own babies! If I'd helped him, my little girl wouldn't have been taken away!" In the man's breakdown, Ann's calm disappeared.
Fledra Vandecar dropped her fork and started back from the table. "Everett, has Horace lost his mind, or what is it? What can there be in two children for they are very young to have such a hold upon a man like Horace and a woman like Ann?" "I have asked myself that a dozen times, and more," commented Everett.
Vandecar is even more powerful than Brimbecomb." "I'm glad for you, Horace, because it seems to me that you have an opportunity that few men have. Nothing can ever keep you back! And you are so very young, Dear!" "No, nothing can keep me back now, Ann. Sit down, do."
How well she knew the story of the kidnapped children! How often had her own heart bled for the tender mother, spending endless days in vain mourning! She saw Governor Vandecar stand, saw him sway a little, and then turn toward the door. "Governor, Governor!" she called tremulously, "I feel as if I were going to faint. Oh, can't you see it all? Where is Mrs. Vandecar?" "Stay, Ann, stay! Wait!
"There can be no mistake," Ann thrust in. "He looks too much like you, and the girl is exactly like him.... Oh, Floyd!" Vandecar extended his arms, and, with a sob that shook his soul, drew his boy to him. "You're not Cronk's son," he said; "you're mine!... God! Ann, you'll never know just how I feel toward you and Horace.
They halted with thumping hearts in sight of the dark lake. All three noticed a small light twinkling through the Cronk window, and, without knocking, Governor Vandecar flung wide the door of Lon's hut and stepped in. The squatter sat on the floor, whittling a stick; Fledra crouched by the window.
Vandecar clasped her extended hands and smiled upon her. "I'll be kind to him for his own sake, little friend. Mrs. Vandecar told me of her talk with Horace over the telephone, and I was awfully sorry to have missed him. But the little boy, where is he?"
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