“My God! I turn you loose! You were stolen from me by an enemy. I would have lost my heart’s blood first. Oh! my son, can you repulse me, and my whole soul yearning for your love?”
A flush of emotion came into Will’s face at this appeal. He yielded silently to his father’s embraces. Their souls were united in that warm clasp.
Mr. Fitler bowed himself out, as if eager to escape. He left father and son, with clasped hands, seated in earnest and loving conversation.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE INITIALS.
“Is Mr. Powers in?” inquired a lady’s voice, at North 10th street, No. 1,485.
“Not at present,” was the reply. “But we expect him every minute. He does not leave the store till after five o’clock.”
“In what store is he engaged?” asked the lady.
“At Brown & Felger’s, in Market street.”
“I will wait for him.”