"Golden," he said, "think of what I must endure if you refuse to declare yourself. Would you have me acknowledge a child who has covered my honorable name with shame? Shall I take you by the hand and say to the world that honors me as a stainless man: 'This is my daughter. She has disgraced herself, and brought ruin and despair into another's home.'" She shrank and trembled before the keen denunciation of his words. She threw herself at his feet and looked up with frightened, imploring eyes. "Father, do not disown me," she cried. "I have not disgraced you--you will know the truth some day. Tell the whole world my piteous story. It may be--it may be that the telling will bring you joy, not sorrow. For," she said to her own heart, hopefully, "if Bertram Chesleigh should hear the truth, and know that I am not a nameless child, surely he will claim me then. He can no longer be ashamed of me." She felt that the happiness of her whole future hung trembling in the balance on the chance of her father's recognition of her. If in his anger at her obstinacy he should repudiate her claim on him, nothing was left her but despair. Richard Leith could be as hard as marble when he chose. His pride and his anger rose in arms now against the thought of receiving this branded girl as his own daughter. "Golden," he said, "what if I say that I will not receive you as my daughter unless you consent to clear up this disgraceful mystery that surrounds you?" "You will not tell me so--you could not be so cruel," she cried, fearfully. "Only one word, Golden. The name of the man who has wronged you. Tell me, that I may punish him." "You must not, for _I love him_," she moaned, despairingly. "You force me to believe that Mrs. Desmond was right, and that you are a lost and guilty creature," he said scathingly. A long, low wail came from her lips, then she bowed her head and remained silent. "Do you still persist in this obstinate silence?" he asked. "I must," she answered faintly. "Go, then," he thundered at her, "you are no child of mine. I refuse you the shelter of my home, my name, and my heart. I cannot believe that you are the child of my innocent little Golden. Go, and never let me see your face again." And with the cruel words he turned and left the room. CHAPTER XXXVI. Little Golden stared at the closing door through which her father had vanished, with blank, terror-filled eyes. To have found him and lost him like this was too terrible. She sat gazing before her like one dazed, with the angry words of her father still ringing in her ears, when a low and fluttering sigh recalled her to the fact of Mrs. Leith's presence which she had forgotten for the moment in her anguish of soul. She looked around shrinkingly at the fair woman who had taken her mother's place, and her mother's name, dreading to meet a glance of scorn, even transcending that which her father had cast upon her.