He could see her now, her face buried in her thin, white hands, the coronal of golden hair gleaming out over the black gown.
There was the faint sound of a sob as Ferris turned angrily to the senior, while Warner bent pityingly over the young girl.
"I demand a private interview with Miss Worthington," the husband quickly said, as he indicated the unwelcome presence of Witherspoon.
"We are here, Mr.Ferris," said Boardman, in a steady voice, "to allow you to communicate, properly, with Miss Worthington.

As her legal representatives and the executors of her father's estate, we are requested to remain by her.

You may proceed." "I insist that Mr.Witherspoon shall, at once, retire.

He is an interloper here," hotly replied Ferris.
"So much so," icily answered Boardman, "that he has been selected by us as the general managing director of the Western Trading Company to succeed the late Mr.Hugh Worthington." The clock, ticking on noisily, seemed to sound the knell of Ferris' last hopes.

But his affections were now only a mirage of the past.
"That gives him no power over me here," stubbornly said the defeated husband.
"True; but THIS does," quietly said Boardman, handing him a paper.
With a sickening feeling at heart, Ferris read a formal appointment, signed by Miss Worthington, and countersigned by Boardman and Warner, appointing John Witherspoon as resident attorney, in law and fact, for Miss Alice Worthington.
"If that is not satisfactory, sir," gravely concluded the lawyer, "we have named Mr.Witherspoon as special New York counsel for the executors, and he will hold the proxy to cast the vote of the estate in the ensuing special election.