Angels av Hiven, if it isn't the same the ol' Gineral was showin' me in the parly." The other sat up suddenly, her white shoulders and rounded throat gleaming.
"The old General, you said?
What General?
When was he here ?" "Shure now, be aisy, honey, an' Oi 'll tell ye all there is to it.

It's not his name Oi know; maybe Oi niver heard till av it, but 'twas the 'Gineral' they called him, all right.

He was here maybe three days outfittin'-- a noice spoken ol' gintlemin, wid a gray beard, an' onc't he showed me the locket--be the powers, if it do be his, there's an openin' to it, an' a picter inside." The girl touched the spring, revealing the face within, but her eyes were blinded with tears.

The landlady looked at her in alarm.
"What is it, honey?
What is it?
Did you know him ?" The slender form swayed forward, shaken with sobs.
"He was my father, and--and this is my mother's picture which he always carried." "Then what is your name ?" "Hope Waite." Kate Murphy looked, at the face half hidden in the bed-clothes.

That was not the name which Keith had given her, but she had lived on the border too long to be inquisitive.