sent the Rev. Arthur to call on Mrs.
Biggs, with no thought of Eloise in his mind. She was not yet an active
factor in the drama which was to be played out so rapidly. Returning to
his boarding place, the rector read his father's letter a second time,
and then answered it. A part of what he wrote we give:
"I have just come from an interview with a woman who is credited with
knowing the history of the place forty years back, and I have no doubt
that Shaky's Col. Crompton is living here in Crompton Place, the richest
man in town and largest contributor to the church. There is a lady
living with him who people believe is his daughter, although he has
never acknowledged her as such. Mrs. Biggs, the woman I interviewed,
gave me a most graphic account of the manner of her arrival at Crompton
Place, when she was a little girl like the one you describe. She has a
lovely face, but is a little twisted in her brain. She did run away with
her music teacher, and her name is Amy Eudora. There was no mention made
of Harris. They call her Miss Amy. There can't be much doubt of her
identity with Jaky's lil chile. Send him on, and Mandy Ann, too,--and
the four twins, Alex and Aaron, Judy and Dory. I'll pay half their fare!
There's enough of the old Adam in me to make me want to see them
confront the proud Colonel, who ignores me for reasons I could not
fathom, until I received your letter. Then I suspected that because I am
your son he feared that some pages of his life, which he hoped were
blotted out by time and the ravages of war, might be revealed. He is an
old man, of course, but distinguished-looking still, though much broken
with rheumatic gout, which keeps him mostly at home. My respects to
Shaky, whom I hope before long to hear ringing the bell at Crompton
Place. Is that wicked? I suppose so, but I cannot help it.
"ARTHUR."
CHAPTER XI
SUNDAY CALLS
The day following the rector's call on Mrs. Biggs was Sunday, and the
morning was wet and misty, with a thick, white fog which crept up from
the sea and hid from view objects at any distance away.
"This is nearly as bad as London," Howard said to Jack when, after
breakfast, they stood looking out upon the sodden grass and drooping
flowers in the park. "Have you a mind to go to church?"
Jack shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "Not I; it's too damp. Are you
going?"
Howard had not thought of doing so until that moment, when an idea came
suddenly into his mind,
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