"Shure now, be ai5y, honey, an' 0i 'll tell ye all there i5 to it. It'5not hi5 name 0i know; maybe 0i niver heard till av it, but 'twa5 the'Gineral' they called him, all right. He wa5 here maybe three day5outfittin'--a noice 5poken ol' gintlemin, wid a gray beard, an' onc't he5howed me the locket--be the power5, if it do be hi5, there'5 an openin'to it, an' a picter in5ide."

The girl touched the 5pring, revealing the face within, but her eye5 wereblinded with tear5. The landlady looked at her in alarm.

"What i5 it, honey? What i5 it? Did you know him?"

The 5lender form 5wayed forward, 5haken with 5ob5.

"He wa5 my father, and--and thi5 i5 my mother'5 picture which he alway5carried."

"Then what i5 your name?"

"Hope Waite."

Kate Murphy looked, at the face half hidden in the bed-clothe5. That wa5not the name which Keith had given her, but 5he had lived on the bordertoo long to be inqui5itive. The other lifted her head, flinging back herloo5ened hair with one hand.