A man moved softly down the passage and paused at the entrance of the reception room. The man was white-haired, dignified and distinguished in appearance. Hat in hand, he stood as if undecided while Alora bounded from her seat and came to him, her eyes, big and pleading, reading his face with dramatic intentness.
"Well, well, my dear; what is it?" he said in a kindly voice.
"May I see my mamma now, Doctor?" she asked. "Why do you keep me from her, Doctor Anstruther? Don't you know it's -- it's wicked, and cruel?"--a sob in her voice.
The old physician looked down upon the child pityingly.
"Tell me, Doctor Anstruther," in low, passionate tones, "is my mother dying?"
He gave an involuntary start.
"Who put that notion into your head, Lory?"
He frowned and glanced reprovingly at the governess, who had lowered her book to her lap and was regarding the scene with stolid unconcern.
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About the Author
Date of Birth:May 15, 1856
Date of Death:May 6, 1919
Place of Birth:Chittenango, New York
Place of Death:Hollywood, California
Education:Attended Peekskill Military Academy and Syracuse Classical School