“My dear girl, the usurpation is on their part, not yours.  The name and inheritance is lawfully yours, and the attainment of these rights for you has sustained poor Minnie through her sad, arduous career.”

“Abstract right is not the only thing to be considered at such a juncture as this.  Suppose I could change places with that poor little deformed creature, would you not think it cruel, nay wicked, to turn me all helpless and forlorn out of a comfortable home, into the cold world of want, a nameless waif.  Uncle, I know what it is to be fatherless and nameless!  All of that bitterness and humiliation has been mine for years, but now that my heart is at rest concerning my parentage, now that I know there is no blemish on mother’s past record, I care little for what the world may think, and much, much more, what that poor girl would suffer.  To-day, when I looked at her useless feet and shrunken hands and deep hollow eyes, I seemed to hear a voice from far Judean hills:  ’Bear ye one another’s burdens;’ and, Uncle Orme, I am willing to bear Maud’s burden to the end of my life.  My shoulders have become accustomed to the load they have carried for over seventeen years, and I will not shift it to poor Maud’s.  I am strong, she is pitiably feeble.  I have never known the blessing of a father’s love, have learned to do without it; she has no other comfort, no other balm, and I will not rob her of the little God has left her.  I understand how mother feels, I cannot blame her; and while I know that her care and anxiety in this matter are chiefly on my account, I could never respect, never forgive myself, if to promote my own importance or interest I selfishly consented to beggar poor Maud.  She cannot live long; death has set a shadowy mark already upon her weird eyes, and until they close in the peace of the grave let us leave her the name she seems so proud of.  She pronounced it Maud Ames Laurance, as though it were a royal title.  Let her bear it.  I can wait.”

As Mr. Chesley watched the pale gem-like face, with its soft holy eyes full of a resolution which he knew all the world could not shake, a sudden mist blurred her image, and taking her hand, he kissed her forehead.

“My noble child, if the golden rule you seek to practise were in universal acceptation and actualization, injustice, fraud, and crime would overturn the bulwarks of morality and decency.  When men violate the laws of God and man as Cuthbert Laurance certainly has done, even religion as well as justice requires that his crime should be punished; although in nearly all such instances the innocent suffer for the sins of the guilty.  Your mother owes it to you, to me, to herself, to society, to demand recognition of her legal rights; and though I do not approve all that she proposes (at least, the manner of its accomplishment), I cannot censure her; and you, dear child, for whose sake she has borne so much, should pause before you judge her harshly.”