Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1926-08-27
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when his father ran away from Ken
lucky with Rachel Carter widow
bheyy took wi with them Minda ,Sa CartsTi ts
Kenneths mother died of broken
heart. His grandparents brought him
up to hate the name of Rachel Carter
ian evil woman"
CHAPTER I.-Kenneth. now a young
lawyer, seeks Logging for stlsd the night tat at
Lafayette, Ind 1t appears that Kens
father has recently died and that he Is
on his way to take possession of ex-
Strikers bought their farm of Kens
father and mortgage runs to his Ia
theirs widow-the Rachel Carter
beautiful nineteen-ysar-old girl. who
refuses to give her name, Is visiting
the Strikers. Ken Is much interested
in her.
CHAPTER lin the morning the
girl Is gone Striker tells Ken she was
planning to elope with Barry LapeiiS
took her home. AS Ken goes on MS
way Striker tells him: That girl was
Viola Gwvn an she's your half-sister
CHAPTER III.-A handsome, dash
ing young fellow rides up and intro,
CHAPTER Iv.-Isaac Stain. a farm
er, gives Ken message from viola 10
CHAPTER v.-At Lafayette Ken sees
his lawyer, Cornell, and the recoroer
Bugher 1t appears that the Will Of
ert Gwynne," divides an extensive
property between Ken and Rachel
Gwyn Viola is not mentioned, but
has decided not to contest
"Why are you telling me all this?~
he demanded abruptly. "What is your
object? If she does not know the
truth, why should 1? Good Cd, won
an, you-you do not expect me to tell
her, do you? Was that your purpose
In getting me here? You want me to
tell her that"
"No!" she cried out sharply. Il do
not want you or anyone else to do
that. Listen to me. | sha'n't beai
about the bush, will not waste words.
So far as Viola and the world are
concerned, she is Robert Gwyn's
daughter. That is clear to you, is it
notf She was less than two years
old when we came away-too young
to remember anything. She is nearly
twenty-five now, aIrnougn sne DeIieves
she is but nineteen. She does not re-
member any other father than Robert
Gwyn. She has no recollection of hef
own father, nor does she remember
you. She"
Last night she described her father
to me-" he interrupted. Her sup
posed father, / mean. She made it
quite plain that he did not love her as
a father should love his own child"
"It was not that" she said. HE
was afraid of her, mortally afraid Of
her. He lived In dread Of the day
when she would learn the truth and
turn upon him. He always meant to
tell her himself, and yet he could not
find the courage. Toward the end he
could not bear to have her near him.
! do not believe he would have loved
q child II one had come to him and
me, no child of mine could take the
place you had In his heart" She spoke
with calm bitterness. "YOu say she
told you about him last night. l am
not surprised that she should have
spoken Of him as she did. 1t was not
possible for her to love him as ia
thsr. Nature took good care of that.
There was q barrier between them.
II have told you the truth, because /
am as certain as am that / stand here
now that you would have found 1t all
out some day, some day soon, perhaps.
In the first place your father did not
mention ner In his will. That alone Is
enough to cause you to wonder. You
understand I cannot exact any prom
ises from you. You will do as you see
fit in the matter. There is one thing that
you must realize, however. Viola has
not robbed you Of anything-not even
q fathers love. She does not profit by
his death. He did not leave her a
farthing, not even spadeful Of land
I am entitled to my share by law. |
earned my share-I worked as hard as
he did to- build up fortune. When
die, my lands and my money will go
to my daughter. You need not hope to
have any part in them. I do not ask
you to keep silent on my account. |
only ask you to spare her. Now you
know everything There is no need for
you to speculate. There IL nothing for
you to unravel. You know who Viola
is, you know why she was left out Of
your fathers will. The point is this,
when all is said-she must never
know. She must always-d0 you hear
me?-she must always look upon you
as her brother She must never know
the truth about me. put her happi-
ness. her pride, her faith, in your
hands. Kenneth Gwynne."
He had listened with rigid attention,
marvelIng at the calm, dispassionate,
unfiinching manner in which she had
stated her case and Vi0la's-indeed,
she had stated his own case to him.
There is no other course open to
me-" he said, taking up his hat. He
was very pale. There is nothing more
to say, now or hereafter. We have
had. trust, our last conversation.
hate you. could wish you all the
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