? ? ? ? "Francis Wharton!" exclaimed Frank.
? ? ? ? "I was too weak and sorrowful to make opposition, and my baby was buried as Francis Wharton. Not only this, but a monument is erected over him at Greenwood, which bears this name."
? ? ? ? She proceeded after a pause:
? ? ? ? "I did not then understand his object. Your story makes it clear. I think that you are that Francis Wharton, under whose name my boy was buried."
? ? ? ? "How strange!" said Frank, thoughtfully. "I cannot realize it. But how did you know the name of the man who called upon you?"
? ? ? ? "A card slipped from his pocket, which I secured without his knowledge."
? ? ? ? "How fortunate that I met you," said Frank. "I mean to let Mr. Wharton know all that I have learned, and then he shall decide whether he will recognize me or not as his grandson.
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