“I live, when I’m at home, in Arkansas,” replied Mr. Clark softly, “and Arkansas is so near Missouri that I have come to belong to the brotherhood who ‘have to be shown.’”

Hapgood greeted this sally with the beginning of a snarl, but evidently thought it the part of discretion to remain friendly with the people he wanted to persuade.

“I seem to have done this business badly,” he said, “but I’ll send back for the rest of the evidence and you’ll have to admit that Mary’s the girl you need to complete your family tree.”

“Come here, dear,” Miss Clark called to Mary in her quiet voice.  “Are your father and mother alive?”

“Father is,” she thought the child answered, but her reply was interrupted by Hapgood’s loud voice, saying, “She’s an orphan, poor kid.  Pretty tough just to have an old bachelor uncle to look after yer, ain’t it?”

The younger Miss Clark stepped to the window to pull down the shade while the couple were still within the yard and she saw the man give the girl a shake and the child rub her arm as if the touch had been too rough for comfort.

“Poor little creature!  I can’t say I feel any affection for her, but she must have a hard time with that man!”

The interview left Mr. Clark in a disturbed state in spite of the calmness he had assumed in talking with Hapgood.  He walked restlessly up and down the room and at last announced that he was going to the telegraph office.

“I might as well wire Stanley to send us right off the date of Emily Leonard’s birth, and, just as soon as he finds it, the name of the man she married.”

“If she did marry,” interposed Miss Maria.  “Some of our family don’t marry,” and she humorously indicated the occupants of the room by a wave of her knitting needles.

At that instant the doorbell rang, and the maid brought in a telegram.

“It’s from Stanley,” murmured Mr. Clark.

“What a strange co-incidence,” exclaimed the elder Miss Clark.

“What does he say, Brother?” eagerly inquired the younger Miss Clark.

“‘Emily married a man named Smith,’” Mr. Clark read slowly.

“Is that all he says?”

“Every word.”

“Dear boy!  I suppose he thought we’d like to know as soon as he found out!” and Miss Eliza’s thoughts flashed away to the nephew she loved, forgetting the seriousness of the message he had sent.

“The information seems to have come at an appropriate time,” commented Mr. Clark grimly.

“It must be true, then,” sighed Miss Maria; “that Mary belongs to us.”

“We don’t know at all if Hapgood’s Emily is our Emily, even if they did both marry Smiths,” insisted Mr. Clark stoutly, his obstinacy reviving.  “I shall send a wire to Stanley at once asking for the dates of Emily’s birth and marriage.  He must have them both by this time; why on earth doesn’t he send full information and not such a measly telegram as this!” and the old gentleman put on his hat and took his cane and stamped off in a rage to the Western Union office.