Two years ago last May, on the morning of Thursday, the twenty-second, I awoke to find myself lying in a ditch beside a road.

Of my life previous to that time I have no knowledge whatever." The three girls regarded him with startled eyes.

Uncle John turned from the window to examine the young man with new interest.
"Were you injured ?" he asked.
"My right ankle was sprained and I had a cut under my left eye--you can see the scar still." "You have no idea how you came there ?" "Not the slightest.

I did not recognize the surrounding country; I had no clear impression as to who I was.

There was a farmhouse a quarter of a mile away; I limped to it and they gave me some breakfast.