A Shadowed Love by Fred M. White

Stanmere stood there with the girl's hands in his, watching for some signs of anger or disgust. But there was nothing but a certain puzzled expression, an eager curiosity.

-"You mean that my father is dead?" she asked. "Please tell me. I am in the dark; there have been so many mysteries. And I see now that my grandmother is in mourning. If my father is dead----"