Meanwhile poor Grace had fared badly at thepoorhouse in Crawford. It was a sad contrast to thegentle and kindly circle at Mr. Pomeroy's. Whatmade it worse for Grace was, that she could hearnothing of Frank. She feared he was sick, or hadmet with some great misfortune, which preventedhis writing.

　　One day a handsome carriage drove up to the door.

　　From it descended our hero, elegantly attired. Heknocked at the door.

　　Mrs. Chase, who was impressed by wealth, cameto the door in a flutter of respect, induced by thehandsome carriage.

　　``What do you wish, sir?'' she asked, not recognizingFrank.

　　``Miss Grace Fowler!'' repeated Mrs. Chase,almost paralyzed at Grace being called for by suchstylish acquaintances``Yes, my sister Grace.''

　　``What! are you Frank Fowler?''

　　``Yes. I have come to take Grace away.''

　　``I don't know as I have the right to let her go,''

　　said Mrs. Chase, cautiously, regretting that Gracewas likely to escape her clutches.

　　``Here is an order from Deacon Pinkerton, chairmanof the overseers of the poor.''

　　``That is sufficient. She can go. You look as ifyou had prospered in the city,'' she added, with curiosity.

　　``Yes. I have found my grandfather, who is verywealthy.''

　　``You don't say!'' ejaculated Mrs. Chase. ``I'll tellGrace at once.''

　　Grace at work in the kitchen had not heard of thearrival. What was her surprise when Mrs. Chase,entering the room, said, graciously:

　　``Go up at once, Grace, and change your clothes.

　　Your brother has come for you. He is going to takeyou away.''

　　Grace almost gasped for breath.

　　``Is it true?''

　　``It is indeed. Your brother looks remarkablywell. He is rich. He has found a rich grandfather,and ha............