thur held out his arms. I rushed over to him, then I kissed Lise. Mrs. Milligan kissed me.
"At last," she said, "the day has come when you can take the place that belongs to you."
I looked to her to ask her to explain. She went over to a door and opened it. Then came the grand surprise! Mother Barberin entered. In her arms she carried some baby's clothes, a white cashmere pelisse, a lace bonnet, some woolen shoes. She had only time to put these things on the table before I was hugging her. While I fondled her, Mrs. Milligan gave an order to the servant. I heard only the name of Milligan, but I looked up quickly. I know that I turned pale.
"You have nothing to fear," said Mrs. Milligan gently; "come over here and place your hand in mine."
James Milligan came into the room, smiling and showing his white pointed teeth. When he saw me, the smile turned to a horrible grimace. Mrs. Milligan did not give him time to speak.
"I asked for you to come here," she said, her voice shaking, "to introduce you to my eldest son, whom I have at last found"; she pressed my hand. "But you have met him already; you saw him at the home of the man who stole him, when you went there to inquire after his health."
"What does this mean?" demanded Milligan.
"That the man who is serving a sentence for robbing a church has made a full confession. He has stated how he stole my baby and took it to Paris and
