"You knew she had been adopted by a Wentworth?"
"I found that out before I left Nebraska."
"What was the date of the marriage?"
"1868. She was eighteen. Two years later her only child, a son, Leonard, was born, and she died--"
"Her son Leonard! Leonard Smith!" exclaimed Mrs. Morton suddenly. "Do you suppose--" she hesitated, looking at her father.
He raised his eyebrows doubtfully, then turning to Stanley he inquired:
"You didn"t find out what became of this Leonard Smith, did you?"
"I didn"t find any record of his marriage, but I met several men who used to know him. They said he became quite a distinguished musician, and that he married a Philadelphia woman."
"Did they know her name?" asked Mrs. Morton, leaning forward eagerly.
"One of them said he thought it was Martin. Smith never came back here to live after he set forth to make his fortune, so they were a little hazy about his marriage and they didn"t know whether he was still alive."
"The name wasn"t Morton, was it?"
The girls looked curiously at their mother, for she was crimson with excitement. Stanley could take them no farther, however.
"Father," Mrs. Morton said to Mr. Emerson, as the young people chattered over Stanley"s discoveries, "I think I"d better send a telegram to Louise and ask her what her husband"s parents" names were. Wouldn"t it be too strange if he should be the son of the lost Emily?"
Mr. Emerson hurried to the telegraph office and sent an immediate wire to "Mrs. Leonard Smith, Rosemont, N.J. Wire names of your husband"s parents," it read.
The answer came back before morning;--"Julian and Emily Leonard Smith."
"Now why in the wide world didn"t she remember that when we"ve done nothing but talk about Emily Leonard for weeks!" cried Mrs. Smith"s sister-in-law impatiently.
"I dare say she never gave them a thought; Leonard Smith"s mother died when he was born, Stanley says. How about the father, Stanley?"
"Julian Smith? He died years ago. I saw his death record this morning."
"Then I don"t see but you"ve traced the missing heir right to your own next door neighbor, Stanley."
"It looks to me as if that was just what had happened," laughed the young lawyer. "Isn"t that jolly! It"s Dorothy whose guardian"s signature is lacking to make the deed of the field valid when we sell it to her mother!"
"It"s Dorothy who is a part owner of Fitz-James"s woods already!" cried the Ethels.
Another telegram went to Rosemont at once. This one was addressed to "Miss Dorothy Smith." It said, "Stanley welcomes you into family.
Congratulations from all on your good fortune," and it was signed "The Travellers."
THE END