As soon as she was able to speak Houston was at her side, and she read in his face the confirmation of the truth which had dawned upon her mind as he had repeated her mother's name, but which had seemed to her past belief. "It is really true, and I have not been dreaming?" she asked. "It is most certainly true, my dear Lyle," Houston replied, "and I am very glad to find that you, who have seemed to me like a sister from our first acquaintance, will soon be my sister in reality." Stooping, he kissed her on the forehead, and then in reply to the glances of astonishment on the part of the others, he said: "Leslie, I will have to prepare you for a double surprise, and since we four are now members of one family, I can speak here without reserve. When I first won your love, my dear, it was as the salaried clerk of a disreputable mining company. I was old-fashioned enough to wish to win your love with love, to feel assured that you cared for me for my own sake. Lately, you have known that I was the representative of Mr. Cameron, of New York, but you did not know that I was Mr. Cameron's nephew and adopted son,--his son in all respects, excepting that I have not taken his name." He paused a moment, and laid his hand affectionately on Lyle's shoulder. "I now have a pleasant surprise for you both. I wish to introduce you to Marjorie Lyle Washburn, my cousin and my adopted sister." With a burst of tears, Miss Gladden knelt beside Lyle, throwing her arms about her neck, while Lyle whispered: "Dear Leslie, you have been like a sister to me in my poverty and loneliness. I am glad we will not be separated in the life of love and happiness that awaits me. We will be sisters still, more closely united than ever." Turning to Morton Rutherford, whose emotion seemed nearly as deep as Miss Gladden's, Houston said: "Morton, you remember hearing of my beautiful cousin Edna, and of the sad death of herself and her little daughter, as we always supposed. This is her daughter, and I know that when my uncle and aunt meet her, they will adopt her as their own daughter in her mother's place." It would be impossible to depict the scene that followed, the surprise and delight of Miss Gladden, or the deep joy of Morton Rutherford, but by and by, when they had become more calm, a knock was heard. Houston opened the door, and Ned Rutherford, looking in, was entirely unable to comprehend the scene. Houston held in his hand a small gold locket and a photograph which he seemed to be comparing with each other. Lyle looked very pale, but radiantly happy. Morton was standing near, while Miss Gladden still knelt at her side, her eyes overflowing with tears of joy. "Come in, Ned," said Houston cordially. "We want you here to complete the family group." Ned looked rather bewildered, as he replied: "I just wanted to inquire for Miss Maverick, to know if she was better."