nitra
Died June 7, 1885
Aged 6 years and one day.
_Of such is the Kingdom of heaven._

The twin! Georgian was mad. This record showed that her little sister lay
here. Anitra,--yes, that was the name of her other half. He remembered it
well. Georgian had mentioned it to him more than once. And this child,
this Anitra, had been buried here for fifteen years.

Deeply indignant at his wife's duplicity, he took a look at the opposite
side of the shaft where still another surprise awaited him. Here was the
record of the brother; the brother he had so lately talked to and who had
seemingly proven his claim to the name he now read:

Alfred Francesco
only son of
Georgian Toritti afterwards Georgian Hazen.
Lost at sea February, 1895.
Aged twenty-five years.

An odd inscription opening up conjectures of the most curious and
interesting nature. But it was not this fact which struck him at the
time, it was the possibility underlying the simple statement, Lost
at sea. This, as the wry-necked man had said, admitted of a possible
resurrection. Here was no body. A mound showed where Anitra had been laid
away; a little mound surmounted by a headstone carved with her name. But
only these few words gave evidence of the young man's death, and
inscriptions of this nature are sometimes false.

The conclusion was obvious. It was the brother and not the sister who had
reappeared. Georgian was not only playing him false but deceiving the
general public. In fact, knowingly or unknowingly, she was perpetrating
a great fraud. He was inclined to think unknowingly. He began to regard
with less incredulity Hazen's declaration that the shock of her brother's
return had unsettled her mind.

Distressed, but no longer the prey of distracting doubt, he again
examined the inscription before him and this time noticed its
peculiarities. _Alfred Francesco, only son of Georgian Toritti afterwards
Georgian Hazen._ Afterwards! What was meant by that _afterwards_? That
the woman had been married twice, and that this Alfred Francesco was the
son of her first husband rather than of the one whose name he bore? It
looked that way. There was a suggestion of Italian parentage in the
Francesco which corresponded well with the decidedly Italian Toritti.

Perplexed and not altogether satisfied with his discoveries, he turned to
leave the place when he found himself in the presence of a man carrying