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``I am quite in earnest, Frank.''
``Then whose child is she?''

``She is my child.''
``Then she must be my sister--are you not my

mother?''
``No, Frank, I am not your mother!''

CHAPTER II
MRS. FOWLER'S STORY

``Not my mother!'' he exclaimed. ``Who, then, is
my mother?''

``I cannot tell you, Frank. I never knew. You
will forgive me for concealing this from you for so

long.''
``No matter who was my real mother since I have

you. You have been a mother to me, and I shall always
think of you as such.''

``You make me happy, Frank, when you say that.
And you will look upon Grace as a sister also, will

you not?''
``Always,'' said the boy, emphatically. ``Mother,

will you tell all you know about me? I don't know
what to think; now that I am not your son I cannot

rest till I learn who I am.''
``I can understand your feelings, Frank, but I must

defer the explanation till to-morrow. I have fatigued
myself with talking. but to-morrow you shall

know all that I can tell you.''
``Forgive me for not thinking of your being tired,

mother,'' and he bent over and pressed his lips upon
the cheek of the sick woman. ``But don't talk any

more. Wait till to-morrow.''
In the afternoon Frank had a call from Sam Pomeroy.

``The club is to play to-morrow afternoon against
a picked nine, Frank,'' he said. ``Will you be there?''

``I can't, Sam,'' he answered. ``My mother is very
sick, and it is my duty to stay at home with her.''

``We shall miss you--that is, all of us but one.
Tom Pinkerton said yesterday that you ought to

resign, as you can't attend to your duties. He
wouldn't object to filling your place, I fancy.''

``He is welcome to the place as soon as the club
feels like electing him,'' said Frank. ``Tell the boys

I am sorry I can't be on hand. They had better get
you to fill my place.''

``I'll mention it, but I don't think they'll see it in
that light. They're all jealous of my superior playing,''

said Sam, humorously. ``Well, good-bye, Frank.
I hope your mother'll be better soon.''

``Thank you, Sam,'' answered Frank, soberly. ``I
hope so, too, but she is very sick.''

The next day Mrs. Fowler again called Frank to
the bedside.

``Grace is gone out on an errand,'' she said, ``and
I can find no better time for telling you what I know

about you and the circumstances which led to my
assuming the charge of you.''

``Are you strong enough, mother?''
``Yes, Frank. Thirteen years ago my husband and

myself occupied a small tenement in that part of
Brooklyn know as Gowanus, not far from Greenwood

Cemetery. My husband was a carpenter, and
though his wages were small he was generally

employed. We had been married three years, but had
no children of our own. Our expenses were small,

and we got on comfortably, and should have continued
to do so, but that Mr. Fowler met with an

accident which partially disabled him. He fell from
a high scaffold and broke his arm. This was set

and he was soon able to work again, but he must
also have met with some internalinjury, for his full

strength never returned. Half a day's work tired
him more than a whole day's work formerly had

done. Of course our income was very much diminished,
and we were obliged to economize very closely.

This preyed upon my husband's mind and seeing his
anxiety, I set about considering how I could help

him, and earn my share of the expenses.
``One day in looking over the advertising columns

of a New York paper I saw the following advertisement:
`` `For adoption--A healthy male infant. The parents

are able to pay liberally for the child's maintenance,
but circumstances compel them to delegate

the care to another. Address for interview A. M.'
``I had no sooner read this advertisement than I

felt that it was just what I wanted. A liberal
compensation was promised, and under our present

circumstances would be welcome, as it was urgently
needed. I mentioned the matter to my husband, and

he was finally induced to give his consent.
``Accordingly, I replied to the advertisement.

``Three days passed in which I heard nothing from
it. But as we were sitting at the supper table at

six o'clock one afternoon, there came a knock at our
front door. I opened it, and saw before me a tall

stranger, a man of about thirty-five, of dark
complexion, and dark whiskers. He was well dressed,

and evidently a gentleman in station.
`` `Is this Mrs. Fowler?' he asked.

`` `Yes, sir,' I answered, in some surprise
`` `Then may I beg permission to enter your house

for a few minutes? I have something to say to you.'
``Still wondering, I led the way into the sitting-

room, where your father--where Mr. Fowler----''
``Call him my father--I know no other,'' said

Frank.
``Where your father was seated.

`` `You have answered an advertisement,' said the
stranger.

`` `Yes, sir,' I replied.
`` `I am A. M.,' was his next announcement. `Of

course I have received many letters, but on the whole
I was led to consider yours most favorably. I have

made inquiries about you in the neighborhood, and
the answers have been satisfactory. You have no

children of your own?'
`` `No, sir.'

`` `All the better. You would be able to give more
attention to this child.'

`` `Is it yours, sir?' I asked
`` `Ye-es,' he answered, with hesitation.

`Circumstances,' he continued, `circumstances which I need
not state, compel me to separate from it. Five hundred

dollars a year will be paid for its maintenance.'
``Five hundred dollars! I heard this with joy, for

it was considerably more than my husband was able
to earn since his accident. It would make us

comfortable at once, and your father might work when
he pleased, without feeling any anxiety about our

coming to want.
`` `Will that sum be satisfactory?' asked the

stranger.
`` `It is very liberal,' I answered.

`` `I intended it to be so,' he said. `Since there is
no difficulty on this score, I am inclined to trust you

with the care of the child. But I must make two
conditions.'

`` `What are they, sir?'
`` `In the first place, you must not try to find out

the friends of the child. They do not desire to be
known. Another thing, you must move from Brooklyn.'

`` `Move from Brooklyn?' I repeated.
`` `Yes,' he answered, firmly. `I do not think it

necessary to give you a reason for this condition.
Enough that it is imperative. If you decline, our

negotiations are at an end.'
``I looked at my husband. He seemed as much

surprised as I was.
`` `Perhaps you will wish to consult together,'

suggested our visitor. `If so, I can give you twenty
minutes. I will remain in this room while you go

out and talk it over.'
``We acted on this hint, and went into the kitchen.

We decided that though we should prefer to live in
Brooklyn, it would be worth our while to make the

sacrifice for the sake of the addition to our income.
We came in at the end of ten minutes, and announced

our decision. Our visitor seemed to be very much
pleased.

`` `Where would you wish us to move?' asked your
father.

`` `I do not care to designate any particular place.
I should prefer some small country town, from fifty

to a hundred miles distant. I suppose you will be
able to move soon?'

`` `Yes, sir; we will make it a point to do so. How
soon will the child be placed in our hands? Shall

we send for it?'
`` `No, no,' he said, hastily. `I cannot tell you

exactly when, but it will be brought here probably in
the course of a day or two. I myself shall bring it,

and if at that time you wish to say anything additional
you can do so.'

``He went away, leaving us surprised and somewhat
excited at the change that was to take place in

our lives. The next evening the sound of wheels was
heard, and a hack stopped at our gate. The same

gentleman descended hurriedly with a child in his
arms--you were the child, Frank--and entered the

house.
`` `This is the child,' he said, placing it in my arms,

`and here is the first quarterly installment of your
pay. Three months hence you will receive the same

sum from my agent in New York. Here is his address,'
and he placed a card in my hands. `Have

you anything to ask?'
`` `Suppose I wish to communicate with you respecting

the child? Suppose he is sick?'
`` `Then write to A. M., care of Giles Warner, No.

---- Nassau Street. By the way, it will be necessary
for you to send him your postoffice address after

your removal in order that he may send you your
quarterly dues.'

``With this he left us, entered the hack, and drove
off. I have never seen him since.''

CHAPTER III
LEFT ALONE

Frank listened to this revelation with wonder.
For the first time in his life he asked himself, ``Who

am I?''
``How came I by my name, mother?'' he asked.

``I must tell you. After the sudden departure of


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