“But the father?” exclaimed the scout.
“He parted from her mother a year before she died.”
“Did you know him, Mrs. Bryant?”
“I did not. I never saw him. He went to the Mexican war and never came back.”
“What was his full name?”
“Clement Holmes, so his wife told me.”
“Clement Holmes!” burst from the scout’s lips; “then thank God! Clara, you are my child! I am Clement Holmes!”
Yes, Old Tumult, or Roll Raynor, proved himself to be the father of Clara—Clement Holmes! I will not attempt to describe the scenes of joy and happiness that followed this revelation, for they defy the power of this pen. The reader can imagine what they must have been.
Following the reunion of father and daughter, came the news of Clara being the heiress to a vast fortune in Virginia, by what means is already known.