hands. "Oh, God is good to me," she cried. "That I should find my father
and Mr. Hook on the same day."

Billie felt strangely irritated, and then reproachful of herself.

"And your father, Phoebe," she asked kindly. "What happened to him?"

"On the day he came to the camp, he said, the language of the German
girl stirred up something in his mind. After he went away he must have
been very confused and he only remembers walking for a long time and
then falling. You would not guess who found and has cared for him all
this time? Old Granny and Mrs. Lupo. They brought him to Granny's cabin,
where Mrs. Lupo has been hiding. Then the doctor came, and they got a
wagon and moved him down the mountain to our home. That was yesterday."

"I am so glad," said Billie, endeavoring to be sympathetic, but feeling
really much more relieved over the safety of Richard Hook.

"The doctor has sent you some written messages," went on Phoebe, giving
Billie a little note book. "They are inside."

* * * * *

"My dear Miss Billie," the note read, "not long ago you asked me to
restore the sleeping memory of our friend and I told you it was
sometimes best to let sleeping memories lie. Since that time I have
become deeply interested in the personality of Phoebe's father. He is a
gentleman, undoubtedly, in birth and breeding. He is perfectly aware
that he has lost his memory and has discussed the mystery of his
identity with me so intelligently that I may say I feel it my duty to do
what I can. Even his illusion regarding the physician is more in the
nature of a deep and lasting impression evidently made just before he
took the plunge into forgetfulness. I have mentioned that to him, too.
He has never talked to people before on these subjects because there has
never been anyone to talk to, but I have suggested the operation and he
is keen to have it done. I must confess I am filled with curiosity about
him. Who knows what distinguished niche he may have occupied once
somewhere? I may be restoring--well, never mind. There is no use making
guesses now. In spite of his broken leg, he is in good physical
condition and I am going to have the thing over with. I am therefore
asking you to send the telegrams you will find further over, to two
young surgeons I know who will be interested enough in the case to put
up with the inconvenience of the place. I would not risk exciting this
mysterious person by moving