“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 nephew capable 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.