ound that she had an
infant wrapped in a bundle. Fully believing that it was the intention of
the girl to drown the babe, he asked that she give him the child. This
the young woman very gladly did. As the child grew, Mrs. Daleman's heart
warmed to it and after several years of anxious thought and observation
of the child the couple decided to adopt it as their son. Within a year
after this was done a beautiful little girl, whom they called Alene, was
born to them.

When Mr. Daleman grew wealthy, he decided to travel through the North
and induce capital to invest in the South. He felt that the commercial
tie between the sections would be of the greatest possible value and it
was said of him that he brought more outside capital into the South than
any other one man. He turned his business over to his adopted son,
Arthur Daleman, Jr.

Arthur Daleman, Jr., did not like Negroes, and though Ford Crump had
been with the business from its infancy, his presence was not desired by
the new manager. When Ford Crump got so that he was not as active as was
desired, he was summarily dismissed and his place given to a young white
man. Arthur Daleman, Sr., whose interests were now immense, never came
near the store, and, as a consequence, did not know the fate that had
overtaken his faithful employee.

Ford Crump did not appeal to Mr. Daleman, Sr., in the matter, partly
through pride and partly because he could not bear the irritating tone
of the younger Daleman, which was in such striking contrast to the
kindly manner of the elder Daleman. He had saved his earnings and bought
a little home, and he was now willing to take his chances in the world
even at his advanced age. It was thus that he found his way to the rock
pile.

We now return to our messenger. Foresta sees that she is not going to be
able to appear before her father free from signs of sorrow, and she
decides on another course. Picking up a stone she rubbed it violently on
the back of her hand, tearing the skin and causing blood to flow. She
now hurried to the spot where her father sat, and said,

"Papa, mama wants you!"

The tone of Foresta's voice caused her father to look up quickly and
anxiously.

"What are you crying about, my dear?" asked Mr. Crump.

Foresta made no reply, but held out her hand so that her father could
see it.

"Poor thing; how did you hurt it?" he asked.

"Don't think about that. Mama wants you. Come on!" said Foresta,
averting her face.