men in Boston."

"Well, well what a marvelous story!" declared the landlady; and her
opinion of Jessie Bain went up forthwith instead of being lowered, as
Rosamond calculated it would be.

"The idea of an adventuress daring to attempt to capture Hubert
Varrick!" the girl cried. "That is the point I want you to see. I have a
great plan," continued Rosamond. "I will write to Hubert Varrick at
once, that he may save himself from the snare which is being laid for
his unwary feet by that cunning creature, or I will go to his mother and
tell her all about it. I will make it a point to have a talk with this
Margaret Moore at once. Do send her in to me."

The landlady could not very well refuse the request so eagerly made.
When Margaret Moore came into the room, a few minutes later, and
Rosamond's eyes fell upon her, she gave a sudden start, mentally
ejaculating:

"Great goodness! where have I seen that girl before? Her face is
certainly familiar!"

CHAPTER XXX.

A TERRIBLE REVELATION.

Rosamond Lee stared hard at the lovely girl as she advanced toward where
she sat.

"Where have I seen that face before?" she asked herself, in wonder.
"Come and sit down beside me," she said, with a winning smile, as she
made room for her on the divan. "I would like so much to talk with you.

"I have heard all of your story," she continued, "and I feel so sorry
for you! I sent for you to tell you if there is any way that I can aid
you in searching for your sister, I shall be only too happy to do so."

"The young girl you speak of is not my sister," corrected Margaret; "but
I love her quite as dearly as though she were."

"Not your sister?" repeated Rosamond.

"No," was the answer; "but I love her quite as much as though she were."

"Tell me about her."

Margaret leaned forward, thoughtful for a moment, looking with dreamy
eyes into the fire.

"I have very little to tell," she said. "I have not known the young girl
as long as people imagine. Her uncle saved me from a wrecked steamboat,
and she nursed me back to health and strength. Who I am or what I was
before that accident, I can not remember; everything seems a blank to
me. There are whole days even now when the darkness of death creeps over
my mind, and I do not realize what is taking place about me. This sweet,
young girl has been my faithful friend, even after her uncle died,
sharing her every penny with me. Now she is lost to me forever. She went
away, and I ca