This gentleman was walking about, looking with interest at the people, when he came face to face with Maggie. He stopped suddenly; his eyes opened wide, and he seemed strangely moved--almost shocked. Maggie was frightened, and tried to leave her place, but he stopped her with a low, eager question. "Little girl, where did you get that locket?" Maggie supposed he thought she had stolen it, and a bright color rose to her face, as she answered indignantly, "It was given to me to-day." "By whom?" he cried; "tell me instantly!" "By Miss Hester," Maggie replied, trying again to get away, for his eager manner frightened her. "Miss Hester!" he repeated, in a disappointed tone, then muttering to himself, "It can't be! yet it is so like! let me see it!" with a sudden movement. "No!" cried Maggie, now almost crying with fright, and clutching her treasure. By this time some of the people around had noticed the scene, and the hotel-keeper came up. "What is it, Mr. Bartlett?" The gentleman tried to calm himself, seeing that they had become the centre of a curious crowd, and then replied:-- "Why, I find on this child the double of a locket I gave my sister years ago, a sister who has disappeared and whom I have been seeking for years; I wanted to examine it--but I seem to have frightened her; will you, if you know her, ask her to let me look at it? If it is the one I seek, it should open by a secret spring, and have a boy's face inside. If it should help me to find my long-lost sister!" He paused, much moved. Mr. Wild, the hotel-keeper, calmed Maggie, and asked her to let the gentleman examine it. As he took it in his hand, he murmured, "The very same! here is a mark I well remember. Now if I can open it!" He held it a moment when suddenly it sprang open, to Maggie's amazement, and there--sure enough--was a faded, old-fashioned daguerreotype of a boy's face. "It is the very one!" he exclaimed in excitement. "Now where is this Miss--What did you say her name was? Where could she have got it?" "She told me," said Maggie, trembling, "that her brother gave it to her." "So I did," said the man eagerly; "but the name! can she have changed her name?" "It is Miss Hester Bartlett," said one of the bystanders, "and she is--a little--deformed, and lives alone in the edge of the village." The man turned so white he seemed about to faint as he said: "It is she! Friends"--turning to the much interested crowd, "I have sought her for years. I was in the army and reported killed in battle, and when I went home to take care of my unfortunate sister, she had disappeared, and I have never till now found a clue to her. Take me to her instantly!" turning to Maggie, who was now really crying for joy to think of Miss Hester's happiness. But the people urged that such a shock, when she supposed him dead, might be very dangerous, and at last he was persuaded to let some one who knew her break the joyful news to her.