I remember that near our door." During this conversation, Hugh had been standing by the table, where lay a few articles which he supposed belonged to Adah.

One of these was a small double locket, attached to a slender chain.
"The rascal's, I presume," he said to himself, and taking it in his hand, he touched the spring, starting quickly as the features of a young-girl met his view.

How radiantly beautiful the original of that picture must have been, and Hugh gazed long and earnestly upon the sweet young face, and its soft, silken curls, some shading the open brow, and others falling low upon the uncovered neck.

Adah, lifting up her head, saw what he was doing, and said: "Don't you think her beautiful ?" "Who is she ?" Hugh asked, coming to her side, and passing her the locket.
"I don't know," Adah replied.

"She came to me one day when Willie was only two weeks old and my heart was so heavy with pain.