The lad took from it a baby's ring and a chain, to which was attached a locket. "My sister wore a chain and locket like these when she was lost," he said, "In a moment I will tell you if this is the locket." "How can you?" the actress cried. "Because the locket contains my father's picture." "There is no picture in this," said Miss March, with a look of deep disappointment. "You do not know whether there is or not," said Al. "There is a secret spring and I can find it. Look!" As he spoke the locket flew open. CHAPTER XXI. BROTHER AND SISTER. As Miss March bent over the locket she uttered an exclamation of wonder and delight. The portrait revealed was that of a singularly handsome man in the prime of life. The calm, thoughtful eyes and the sensitive mouth were those of the young actress herself; the likeness was not only unmistakable, but remarkable. "Is it possible that this picture has been here all these years, and I have never known it?" the girl exclaimed. "You might never have discovered it," replied Al. "I should not have known but for the fact that I have a locket precisely like it, which opens in the same way." "Then there can be no doubt----" "That you are my sister." "Brother!" The next moment the singularly united couple were folded in each other's arms. It was a moment that in all their after lives neither of them ever forgot, a joy that no future sorrow had the power to efface from their memories. When the first transports of emotion were over, the young girl said, tremulously: "My mother--when shall I see her? Oh, I must go to her at once! I must, I must!" "Of course, Mr. Wattles will give you leave of absence as soon as we tell him what we have discovered." "I do not see how he can." "Why can't he?" "I have no understudy. No, I must remain; he has been very kind to me, and I could not ask a favor that I knew it would be so very difficult for him to grant." "That is right, sister. But I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll telegraph to mother to come on here at once. She will arrive before the evening performance." "Do so, brother---- Oh, how strange, yet how delightful, it is to utter that sacred name! But do not tell her the truth until she comes." "No, indeed. Why, I think the shock would almost kill her. We must break it to her gently." At this moment Mr. Wattles came bustling into the room. "The advance sale," he began, "is something unheard of in Rockton. Why---- But what's the matter? Nothing wrong, is there?" "No, indeed," Al replied. "Everything is all right." And he proceeded to acquaint the manager in a few words with what had happened. "Well," said Mr. Wattles, when he had finished, "you beat the deck, young man. I'm going to write a romance about you when the season is over. You're no sooner done with one startling adventure than you're right in the midst of another. Why, you're almost equal to one of Dumas' heroes! Well, I sincerely congratulate you both."