n, and the little girl you saw was his
adopted sister, Hilda. If Norman had only known--" said Harry. And
then he went on to tell of how Norman had saved the little girl from the
burning boat, and how he had cared for her since. By and by they spoke
of other things and had some music, but the new partner said little, and
when it was time for the young men to go, he said he would walk down the
street with them.

"So, Charlie, you have found the friends who were so kind to me long
ago," said his brother, as they shut the gate.

"Yes," said Charlie, eagerly, "I don't know how I should have lived in
this strange land without them. It has been a different place to me
since Harry came to our office, and took me home with him."

"And I suppose I am quite forgotten."

"Oh, no, indeed!" said Harry, and Charlie added--

"Don't you mind, Harry, your sister Rose said to-night that I reminded
Miss Elliott of some one she knew long ago. It was Allan, I daresay,
she meant. My mother used to say I looked as Allan did when he went
away."

They did not speak again till they came near the house. Then Charlie
said,--

"It is not very late, Harry. I wonder whether they are up yet. There
is a light."

"Allan," said Harry, lingering behind, "Marian died before my father.
Don't speak of her to Graeme."

Graeme was still sitting on the steps.

"Miss Elliott," whispered Charlie, eagerly, "who is the new partner, do
you think? Did I ever tell you my half-brother's name? It is Allan
Ruthven."

Graeme gave neither start nor cry, but she came forward holding out her
hands to the tall figure who came forward with an arm thrown over
Harry's shoulder. They were clasped in his.

"I knew you would come. I was quite sure that some time we should see
you again," said Graeme, after a little.

"And I--I had quite lost hope of ever finding you," said Allan. "I
wonder if you have missed me as I have missed you?"

"We have been very happy together since we parted from you," said
Graeme, "and very sorrowful, too. But we never forgot you, either in
joy or sorrow; and I was always sure that we should see you again."

They went into the house together. Rose, roused from the sleep into
which she had fallen, stood very much amazed beneath the chandelier.

"You'll never tell me that my wee white Rose has grown into a flower
like this!" said Allan.

It was a bold thing for him to do, seeing that Rose was nearly as tall
as her sist