"He is here," was the answer. "I have, also, some other names, in a box which he gave me. You will recognize them, I think."
She produced it, blackened, scarred and partially melted, as it had been taken from the ruins of the fire. Nattie shuddered at the sight of it.
"I hope the dreadful fire has not burned him," she said.
"No."
"He must have been there if he found this box, I should think."
"Yes. Would you like to have hime come in and tell you about it?"
"I would," was the quick answer.
Mrs. Nesmith went into the sitting room, and informed the young man of Nattie's wish. He rose at once and followed her to the little room. The poor girl seemed far gladder at the sight of him than she had been when her brother disclosed himself to her; for his had been the one bright
