She stretched out her hands to him.
"My father," she said--"you are really my father ?" He kissed her face.
"Madaline," he replied, "my heart is too full for words.

I have spent seventeen years in looking for you, and have found you at last.

My dear child, we have seventeen years of love and happiness to make up." "It seems like an exquisite dream," she said.

"Can it be true ?" He saw her lovely face grow crimson, and bending her fair, shapely head, she whispered: "Papa, does Lord Arleigh know ?" "Lord Arleigh!" he repeated.

"My dear child, this is the second time you have mentioned him.