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``No.-- Wall Street.
``Dear Sir: Will you have the kindness to call at

my office to-morrow morning at eleven o'clock, if it
suits your convenience? I have an important

communication to make to you, which will, I think be
of an agreeablecharacter. Should the time named

not suit you, will you have the kindness to name your
own time?

``Yours respectfully,
``MORRIS HALL.''

``Read that, John,'' said his uncle, passing him
the letter.

``Morris Hall is a lawyer, I believe, sir,'' said John.
``Have you any idea of the nature of the communication

he desires to make?''
``No idea at all.''

``If it would relieve you, sir, I will go in your
place,'' said John, whose curiosity was aroused.

``Thank you, John, but this is evidently a personal
matter. I shall go down there to-morrow at the

appointed time.''
John was far from suspecting that the communication

related to Frank, though he had heard the day
previous from Nathan Graves of the boy's escape.

He had been very much annoyed, and had given his
agent a severe scolding, with imperative orders to

recapture the boy, if possible.
It was not without a feeling of curiosity that Mr.

Wharton entered the law office of Mr. Hall. He
announced himself and was cordially welcomed.

``You have a communication to make to me,'' said
Mr. Wharton.

``I have.''
``Tell me all without delay.''

``I will, sir. This is the communication I desire to
make.''

The story of John Wade's treachery was told, and
the means by which he had imposed upon his uncle,

but the lawyer carefully abstained from identifying
the lost grandson with Frank Fowler.

When the story was concluded, Mr. Wharton said:
``Where is my grandson--my poor George's boy?

Find him for me, and name your own reward.''
``I will show him to you at once, sir. Frank!''

At the word, Frank, who was in an inner office.
entered. Mr. Wharton started in amazement.

``Frank!'' he exclaimed. ``My dear boy, is it you
who are my grandson?''

``Grandfather!''
Mr. Wharton held out his arms, and our hero,

already attached to him for his kindness, was folded
in close embrace.

``Then you believe I am your grandson?'' said
Frank.

``I believe it without further proof.''
``Still, Mr. Wharton,'' said the lawyer, ``I want to

submit my whole proof. Mrs. Parker!''
Mrs. Parker entered and detailed her part in the

plot, which for fourteen years had separated Frank
from his family.

``Enough!'' said Mr. Wharton. ``I am convinced--
I did not believe my nephewcapable of such baseness.

Mrs. Parker, you shall not regret your confession.
I will give you a pension which will relieve

you from all fear of want. Call next week on Mr.
Hall, and you shall learn what provision I have made

for you. You, Frank, will return with me.''
``What will Mr. John say?'' asked Frank.

``He shall no longer sleep under my roof,'' said Mr.
Wharton, sternly.

Frank was taken to a tailor and fitted out with a
handsome new suit, ready-made for immediate use,

while three more were ordered.
When Mr. Wharton reached home, he entered the

library and rang the bell.
To the 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
put on her best dress, poor enough in comparison

with her brother's clothes, and was soon happy in
his embrace.

``I am glad to see you, my dear child,'' said Mr.
Wharton, who had accompanied Frank. ``Will you

come to the city and live with me and your brother?''
``Oh, sir, I shall be glad to be wherever Frank is.''

``Good-bye, my dear child,'' sand Mrs. Chase, whose
feelings were very much changed, now that Grace

was a rich young lady. ``Come and see me some
time.''

``Thank you, Mrs. Chase. Good-bye!''
The carriage rolled on.

* * * * * * *
A few words only remain. Our hero was placed

at a classical school, and in due time entered college,
where he acquitted himself with distinction. He is

now making a tour of Europe. Grace was also
placed at an excellent school, and has developed into

a handsome and accomplished young lady. It is
thought she will marry Sam Pomeroy, who obtained

a place in a counting-room through Mr. Wharton's
influence, and is now head clerk, with a prospect of

partnership. His father received a gift of five
thousand dollars from Mr. Wharton as an acknowledgment

of his kindness to Frank. Tom Pinkerton holds
a subordinate clerkship in the same house, and is

obliged to look up to Sam as his superior. It chafes
his pride, but his father has become a poor man, and

Tom is too prudent to run the risk of losing his
situation. John Wade draws his incomeregularly, but

he is never seen at his uncle's house.


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