"
How still the room was. Suddenly it had been transformed into a battle
ground on which a soul waged mortal combat. There was no question in
the minds of those who viewed the struggle that the issue presented had
come as a shock, and that to meet it taxed every ounce of forbearance
and control that the man possessed. He looked as one stricken, his
face a turmoil of jealousy, grief, despair, and disappointment. But
gradually a gentler light shone in his eyes,--a light radiant, and
triumphant; love was conqueror and raising his head he murmured:
"Where is the child?"
She sped to his side.
"So you love him, do you, little girl?" he asked, smiling faintly down
at her as he encircled her with his great arm.
"Yes, Zenas Henry," she whispered.
For a moment he held her close as if he could never let her go.
"Well, Tiny," he said, "I don't know as we have anything to say against
it. He's your nephew an' she's my daughter--yes, my daughter," he
added fiercely, "in spite of the Lees and the Galbraiths." With a
swift gesture he turned toward Robert Morton.
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