grandfather."

"His grandfather!" exclaimed his nephew and the housekeeper, in chorus.

"I have abundant proof of the relationship. This morning I have listened
to the story of your treachery. I have seen the woman whose son,
represented to me as my grandson, lies in Greenwood Cemetery. I have
learned your wicked plans to defraud him of his inheritance, and I tell
you that you have failed."

"I shall make my will to-morrow, bequeathing all my property to my
grandson, excepting only an annual income of two thousand dollars to
yourself. And now I must trouble you to find a boarding place. After
what has passed I do not desire to have you in the family."

"I do not believe he is your grandson," said John Wade, too angry to
heed prudential considerations.

"Your opinion is of little consequence."

"Then, sir, I have only to wish you good-morning. I will send for my
trunks during the day."

"Good-morning," said Mr. Wharton, gravely, and John Wade left the room,
baffled and humiliated.

"I hope, sir," said the housekeeper, alarmed for her position; "I hope
you don't think I knew Mr. Frank was your grandson. I never was so
astonished and flustrated in my life. I hope you won't discharge me,
sir--me that have served you so faithfully for many years."