Vance；　when　he　spoke；　sounded　strangely　unfamiliar。　It　had　lost
  the　priest…like　intonation。　Its　confidence　had　departed。　It
  showed　bewilderment　and　alarm。
  〃I　　I　don't　understand；〃　stammered　the　showman。　〃Ask　her
  again。　Put　your　question　differently。〃
  Carefully；　slowly；　giving　each　word　its　value；　Mr。　Hallowell
  raised　his　voice　in　entreaty。
  〃Kate；〃　he　cried；　〃I　have　made　a　new　will；　leaving　the　money　to
  the　poor。　The　old　will　gives　it　to　Helen。　Shall　I　sign　the　new
  will　or　not？　Shall　I　give　the　money　to　Helen；　or　the　Institute？
  Answer　me！　Yes　or　no。〃
  Before　the　eyes　of　all；　the　apparition；　as　though　retreating　to
  the　cabinet；　swayed　backward；　then　staggered　forward。　There　was
  a　sob；　human；　heart…broken；　a　cry；　thrilling　with　distress；　a
  tumult　of　weeping；　fierce　and　uncontrollable。
  They　saw　the　figure　tear　away　the　white　kerchief　and　cap；　and
  trample　them　upon　the　floor。　They　saw　the　figure　hold　itself
  erect。　From　it；　the　voice　of　Vera　cried　aloud；　in　despair。
  〃I　can't！　I　can't！〃　she　sobbed。　〃It's　a　lie！　I　am　not　your
  sister！　Turn　on　the　lights；〃　the　girl　cried。　〃Turn　on　the
  lights！〃
  There　was　a　crash　of　upturned　chairs；　the　sound　of　men
  struggling；　and　the　room　was　swept　with　light。　In　the　doorway
  Winthrop　was　holding　apart　Vance　and　the　reporter。
  In　the　centre　of　the　room　stood　Vera；　her　head　bent　in　shame；
  her　body　shaken　and　trembling；　her　hair　streaming　to　her　waist。
  As　though　to　punish　herself；　by　putting　a　climax　to　her
  humiliation；　she　held　out　her　arms　to　Helen　Coates。　〃You　see；〃
  she　cried；　〃I　am　a　cheat。　I　am　a　fraud！〃　She　sank　suddenly　to
  her　knees　in　front　of　Mr。　Hallowell。　〃Forgive　me；〃　she　sobbed；
  〃forgive　me！〃
  With　a　cry　of　angry　protest；　Winthrop　ran　to　her　and　lifted　her
  to　her　feet。　His　eyes　were　filled　with　pity。　But　in　the　eyes　of
  Mr。　Hallowell　there　was　no　promise　of　pardon。　With　sudden
  strength　he　struggled　to　his　feet　and　stood　swaying；　challenging
  those　before　him。　His　face　was　white　with　anger；　his　jaw　closed
  against　mercy。
  〃You've　lied　to　me！〃　he　cried。　〃You've　tried　to　rob　me！〃　He
  swept　the　room　with　his　eyes。　With　a　flash　of　intuition；　he　saw
  the　trap　they　had　laid　for　him。　〃All　of　you！〃　he　screamed。　〃It's
  a　plot！〃　He　shook　his　fist　at　the　weeping　girl。　〃And　you！〃　he
  shouted　hysterically；　〃the　law　shall　punish　you！〃
  Winthrop　drew　the　girl　to　him　and　put　his　arm　about　her。
  〃I'll　do　the　punishing　here；〃　he　said。
  With　a　glad；　welcoming　cry；　the　old　man　turned　to　him
  appealingly；　wildly。
  〃Yes；　you！〃　he　shouted。　〃you　punish　them！　She　plotted　to　get　my
  money。〃
  The　girl　at　Winthrop's　side　shivered；　and　shrank　from　him。　He
  drew　her　back　roughly　and　held　her　close。　The　sobs　that　shook
  her　tore　at　his　heart；　the　touch　of　the　sinking；　trembling　body
  in　his　arms　filled　him　with　fierce；　jubilant　thoughts　of　keeping
  the　girl　there　always；　of　giving　battle　for　her；　of　sheltering
  her　against　the　world。　In　what　she　had　done　he　saw　only　a
  sacrifice。　In　her　he　beheld　only　a　penitent；　who　was
  self…accused　and　self…convicted。
  He　heard　the　voice　of　the　old　man　screaming　vindictively；　〃She
  plotted　to　get　my　money！〃
  Winthrop　turned　upon　him　savagely。
  〃How　did　she　plot　to　get　it？〃　he　retorted　fiercely。　〃You　know；
  and　I　know。　I　know　how　your　lawyer；　your　doctor；　your　servant
  plotted　to　get　it！〃　His　voice　rose　and　rang　with　indignation。
  〃You　all　plotted；　and　you　all　schemed　　and　to　what　end　　what
  was　the　result？〃　　he　held　before　them　the　fainting　figure　of
  the　girl　　〃That　one　poor　child　could　prove　she　was　honest！〃
  With　his　arms　still　about　her；　and　her　hands　clinging　to　him；　he
  moved　with　her　quickly　to　the　door。　When　they　had　reached　the
  silence　of　the　hall；　he　took　her　hands　in　his；　and　looked　into
  her　eyes。　〃Now；〃　he　commanded；　〃you　shall　come　to　my　sisters！〃
  The　waiting　car　carried　them　swiftly　up　the　avenue。　Their　way
  lay　through　the　park；　and　the　warm；　mid…summer　air　was　heavy
  with　the　odor　of　plants　and　shrubs。　Above　them　the　trees　drooped
  deep　with　leaves。　Vera；　crouched　in　a　corner；　had　not　spoken。
  Her　eyes　were　hidden　in　her　hands。　But　when　they　had　entered　the
  silent　reaches　of　the　park　she　lowered　them　and　the　face　she
  lifted　to　Winthrop　was　pale　and　wet　with　tears。　The　man　thought
  never　before　had　he　seen　it　more　lovely　or　more　lovable。　Vera
  shook　her　head　dumbly　and　looked　up　at　him　with　a　troubled
  smile。
  〃I　told　you；〃　she　murmured　remorsefully；　〃you'd　be　sorry。〃
  We　don't　know　that　yet；〃　said　Winthrop　gently；　〃we'll　have　all
  the　rest　of　our　lives　to　find　that　out。〃
  Startled；　the　girl　drew　back。　In　her　face　was　wonder；　amazement；
  a　dawning　happiness。
  Without　speaking；　Winthrop　looked　at　her；　entreatingly；
  pitifully；　beseeching　her　with　his　eyes。
  Slowly　the　girl　bent　forward　and；　as　he　threw　out　his　arms；　with
  a　little　sigh　of　rest　and　content　she　crept　into　them　and
  pressed　her　face　to　his。
  End