"for you have been a great comfort to me; you have, indeed, taken the
place of the little girl who never lived to call me father--and--have
helped me to bear other troubles also," he concluded, flushing hotly,
while a heavy frown contracted, his brow.

Mona glanced at him curiously, and wondered what other troubles she had
helped him to bear; but her mind was so full of her own family history
she did not pay much attention to it then. The remark recurred to her
later, however.

"There is one thing more, Uncle Walter," she said, after a thoughtful
pause. "What became of my father?"

Her companion seemed to freeze and become rigid as marble at this
question.

"I wish you would not question me any further, Mona," he said, in a
constrained tone. "Your father forfeited all right to that title from you
before your birth. Cannot you be satisfied with what I have already
told you?"

"No, I cannot," she resolutely replied. "Where did he go? What happened
to him after my mother died? Has he ever been heard of since?" were the
quick, imperative queries which dropped from her lips.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dinsmore, replying to the last query; "he married
Miss Barton--the girl his aunt had chosen for him--shortly after his
return to this country. The woman had set her heart upon the match, and
died a month after the marriage, leaving her nephew the whole of her
fortune."