The desire to find his mother has been the one aim of his life; it has carried him over many a dark crisis, and has become stronger with the passage of years.
Now he is getting daily, hourly, nearer the object of his solicitude, and his anticipation so long and fondly cherished, bids fair to be a realization.
"How I envy you, Lady Ruth.

You have seen her, pressed her hand.

It makes you seem less a stranger to me to think that my mother was able to do you a service." "I am positive it was she.

Wait--perhaps I can prove it.

I noticed she had a medallion secured around her neck with a guard, and once I was enabled to see the face upon it.