Adrift in New York: Tom and Florence Braving the World

But just then the door opened, and Florence, rushing into the room, sank at her uncle’s feet.

“Oh, uncle,” she said, “will you take me back?”

“Yes, Florence, never again to leave me. And who is this?” he asked, fixing his eyes on Dodger, who stood shyly in the doorway.

“I’ll tell you, sir,” said Tim Bolton. “That is your own son, whom I stole away from you when he was a kid, being hired to do it by Curtis Waring.”

“It’s a lie,” said Curtis, hoarsely.

“Come to me, my boy,” said Mr. Linden, with a glad light in his eyes.

“At last Heaven has heard my prayers,” he ejaculated. “We will never be separated. I was ready to die, but now I hope to live for many years. I feel that I have a new lease of life.”

With a baffled growl Curtis Waring darted a furious look at the three.

“That boy is an impostor,” he said. “They are deceiving you.”

“He is my son. I see his mother’s look in his face. As for you, Curtis Waring, my eyes are open at last to your villainy. You deserve nothing at my hands; but I will make some provision for you.”

There was another surprise.

Curtis Waring’s deserted wife, brought from California by Dodger, entered the room, leading by the hand a young child.

“Oh, Curtis,” she said, reproachfully. “How could you leave me? I have come to you, my husband, with our little child.”

“Begone! woman!” said Curtis, furiously. “I will never receive or recognize you!”

“Oh, sir!” she said, turning to Mr. Linden, “what shall I do?”

“Curtis Waring,” said Mr. Linden, sternly, “unless you receive this woman and treat her properly, you shall receive nothing from me.”

“And if I do?”

“You will receive an income of two thousand dollars a year, payable quarterly. Mrs. Waring, you will remain here with your child till your husband provides another home for you.”

Curtis slunk out of the room, but he was too wise to refuse his uncle’s offer.

He and his wife are living in Chicago, and he treats her fairly well, fearing that, otherwise, he will lose his income.

Mr. Linden looks ten years younger than he did at the opening of the story.

Florence and Dodger—now known as Harvey Linden—live with him.

Dodger, under a competent private tutor, is making up the deficiencies in his education.

It is early yet to speak of marriage, but it is possible that Florence may marry a cousin, after all.

Tim Bolton has turned over a new leaf, given up his saloon, and is carrying on a country hotel within fifty miles of New York.

He has five thousand dollars in the bank, presented by Dodger, with his father’s sanction, and is considered quite a reputable citizen.

As for Mrs. O’Keefe, she still keeps the apple-stand, being unwilling to give it up; but she, too, has a handsome sum in the bank, and calls often upon her two children, as she calls them.

In the midst of their prosperity Florence and Dodger will never forget the time when they were adrift in New York.