d by Aunt Ella to stay away
from the reception, to spend the night at his father's house, and to be
sure and take breakfast with them, so as to hear what was said about the
previous evening.

As soon as the morning meal was over, Quincy ran quickly upstairs,
seized his hand-bag, which he always kept packed, ready for an
emergency, and in a very short space of time, reached Mt. Vernon Street.
He found his wife and aunt in the den. The latter was reading a
manuscript to Alice.

As soon as the greetings were over, and a little time given to
discussing the reception, Quincy asked: "Who is this Mr. Fernborough
that Maude told me about this morning?"

"He is an English gentleman," explained Alice, "who has come to this
country to see if he can find any trace of an only daughter, who ran
away from home with an American more than thirty years ago, and who, he
thinks, came to this country with her husband. His wife is dead, he is
alone in the world, and he is ready to forgive her and care for her, if
she needs it."

"He hasn't hurried himself about it, has he?" said Quincy; "but why did
he come to you?"

"That's the strange part of it," Alice replied, "He said he
thoughtlessly picked up a magazine at a hotel where he was staying, and
his eye fell upon my story, How He Lost Both Name and Fortune. He read
it, and sought me out, to ask if it were fiction, or whether it was
founded on some true incident. He was quite disappointed when I told him
it was entirely a work of the imagination."

"Did he say what hotel?" asked Quincy.

"No," replied Alice; "but why are you so interested in a total
stranger?"

Then Quincy told the story of the broken envelope--the little piece of
cloth--and the name, Linda Fernborough.

"I must find him at once," said he, "for I have an impression that his
daughter must have been Lindy Putnam's real mother. You gave me my
reward, Alice, before my quest was successful, but I gave my word to
find her for you, and I shall not consider myself fully worthy of you
till that word is kept."

"But what did your father and mother say?" broke in Aunt Ella.

"My father took me to task," began Quincy, "for not being present at the
reception, but I told him I had to see Culver on some political
business. Then he remarked that I missed a very pleasant evening. He
complimented Aunt Ella, here, for her skill as an entertainer, and
expressed his surprise that Bruce Douglas, instead of being a young man,
was a