She thought him dead, and so did I, until last January, when Lawrence told me, the night before I left this post, who he really was.

When I met him in San Francisco I told him I would come with him here to give himself up, that I would acknowledge him for my half-brother, that I would sit by him at his court-martial and go to the door of the military prison with him.

He begged me to keep our relationship secret for the sake of our mother's memory." Colonel Fortescue held out his hand, and grasped that of Broussard.
"You speak like a man," he said, "but Lawrence is right in keeping the relationship a secret, and it shows that he understands the height from which he has fallen.

Does his wife know of the relationship ?" "Yes, sir," Broussard replied.

"I thought it best to tell her.