“The Tresmont coat of arms,” she answered, faintly, “and the very locket my young lady gave to Mr. Tristram just after they were married. Oh, tell me, sir,” she said, turning to Breeze, “how did it come into your keeping? and what do you know of them it belonged to?” “It has belonged to me,” answered Breeze, “since before I knew anything; for it was clasped about my neck when I was a baby, and picked up at sea floating in a cask.” [Illustration: BREEZE STARED IN AMAZEMENT AT WOLFE’S MOTHER.] “Then,” exclaimed Wolfe’s mother, standing up in her excitement, “you must be the son of our own Mr. Tristram, and the heir to Tresmont! Don’t you see the likeness, husband? He is the very image of Mr. Tristram.” Yes, the squire saw it, and had noticed it the very moment he set eyes on the young gentleman. Now it was plainer than ever to him. There were the same blue eyes, the same closely curling yellow hair, and the same tall straight figure. There could not be the slightest doubt of it. Breeze was so bewildered by this wonderful turn of events, and by the tumult of conflicting emotions aroused by what he had just heard, that for a few moments he was speechless, and appeared like one in a dream. Finally finding his voice, he said to the squire, “If you knew my real father and mother, sir, won’t you please tell me something of them?” “Of course I will, sir; but it will make a long story to tell, even the little I knew of them. So we’d better seat ourselves comfortable-like; and with my wife here to help me where my memory fails, I think perhaps I may come at the telling of it understandingly.” Thus saying, the worthy man began, and in spite of many interruptions from his wife and the questions asked by both Breeze and Wolfe, he finally succeeded in relating the following tale: "As you already know, sir, before we were married both my wife and I lived in the family of Sir Wolfe Tresmont, of Tresmont in Lincolnshire, England, she as lady’s-maid and I as butler. When I first took service there Mr. Tristram was a fine young gentleman of about your own age, although the missis, having been brought up in the family, had known him from his boyhood. "After I had been in the family for five years, one of which we had been married, Mr. Tristram got through with his college, and was sent off on his travels around the world. His mother died while he was gone, but his father heard from him regular. "At last there came a long letter, telling as how Mr. Tristram had got married to an American young lady, who was the daughter of a ship captain. She went with her father to the East Indies, and somewhere out there Mr. Tristram met them, and engaged passage to New York on the same ship. They fell in love with each other on the voyage, and were married as soon as the ship reached port. Then he wrote to his father what he had done, and asked if he might bring his wife home.