"Suppose, Miss Wild, we go and sit down over yonder, where we will be by ourselves"--indicating a remote corner of the room--"and, perhaps, we can find out a little more about this double-puzzle; at least, we can ascertain whether your facts and mine will fit together."
He led the way and placed a chair for her in a position to shield her from observation as they talked, and then, sitting down beside her, asked her to please tell him as much of her history as she was willing he should know.
But, as we are aware, that was very little, indeed, and took only a few minutes to relate.
"Well, my child," the man observed, when; she concluded, "there is not much in what you have told me that throws any light upon what I am anxious to learn; your face and form alone seem to indicate kinship, and that may be but a singular coincidence. All the same, you shall hear my story.
"Years ago I had a sister whom I loved very dearly. She was much older than I and took the place of my mother when I lost her. I lived with this sister, after her marriage, until I was eighteen years of age, and grew to love the little daughter who came to her when I was a boy of ten, with a tenderness which I have no words to express. At the age of eighteen, an East India merchant, who dealt in spices, coffee, tea, etc., and who, having no children of his own, had made a kind of protege of me, proposed that I come to him and learn his business. His partner in the East had recently died; he was about to go abroad to take his place and suggested that this would give me a fine start in life. It was too good an opportunity to be slighted, and I eagerly accepted it. Years pa.s.sed; my sister and her husband both died--their daughter married and settled in a thriving town, not far from San Francisco, Cal. Then, after a time, word came that there was another little girl in the daughter"s home, and she wrote begging me to come back to her, if only for a visit, for I was now her only living relative and her lonely heart was hungry for me. I immediately made plans to do so; but my partner--who formerly had been my employer--was suddenly taken away and I was obliged to give up the trip. Nearly a year later my niece wrote very hurriedly, telling me that her husband had obtained a fine position in Chicago, that they had sold their home and were on the point of leaving for that city, but she would send me their address when they were settled. That was the last I ever heard from her, although I wrote numberless letters of inquiry to their former place of residence and also to Chicago. Complications in business made it impossible for me to come to the United States to inst.i.tute a personal search, until about five years ago, and I have spent these years looking for the dear girl who so strangely disappeared after leaving her California home. I have been in nearly every large city in the land, and in each have advertised extensively, but all to no purpose. A month ago I came to Boston for the second time, and have liked the place so well I am loath to leave it. While looking at the transformation scene over yonder, I was attracted by your remarkable resemblance to my sister, as she was at your age, and could not refrain from speaking to you, hoping that I might hear a familiar name. Miss Wild, can you tell me just when this accident, which deprived you of your parents, occurred?"
Jennie gave him the date of the month and the year, and her companion"s face changed as he heard it.
"That was the same month and the year that my niece left California to go to Chicago," he said. "I believe--I wonder--By the way, Miss Wild"--with a sudden start--"was there nothing about you when that woman found you, by which you could have been identified?"
"Oh, yes! I never thought!" panted Jennie, as her trembling hands flew to her throat.
In a trice she had unclasped the string of amber beads which she always wore inside her clothing, and laid them in his hand.
The man grew very white as he saw them, turned the curious clasp over and read the initials engraven there. He did not speak for a full minute. He was evidently deeply moved, and Jennie sat watching him with bated breath and tensely clasped hands.
"My dear," he finally said, "this is the "open sesame" to everything. This and your remarkable resemblance to my sister, together with the date you have given me, prove to me beyond the shadow of a doubt that you are the daughter of my niece."
"O-h!" breathed Jennie, with tremulous eagerness.
"The initials "A. A. to M. A. J.," on the clasp, stand for "Alfred Arnold to Mildred Arnold Jennison,"" the gentleman continued. "I am Alfred Arnold. When my niece wrote me of the birth of her little daughter, and that she had named her "Mildred" for her mother, and "Arnold," for me, I bought this string of amber in Calcutta, had the initials engraved on the clasp and sent it to the tiny stranger."
"Then--then I am--you are--" began Jennie, falteringly.
"You are my grandniece--I am your great-uncle. My child, do you think you will care to own the relationship?"
But the girl was, for the moment, beyond the power of speech.
To have the hara.s.sing mystery of her life solved at last; to learn something definite regarding her family, even though no one remained to claim her save this distant relative, yet to find in him a cultured gentleman, and reaching out to her with tender yearning, as the only link with his past--was more than she could bear with composure. To have tried to speak just then would have precipitated a burst of tears and she "wouldn"t cry in public."
So she could only throw out an impulsive, trembling hand to him and smile faintly into the grave, kind face beside her.
He folded it within his own and patted it soothingly with a fatherly air.
"Little girl, little girl!" he said, huskily, but tenderly, "I can hardly believe it! I was becoming discouraged in my quest; but I begin to think now that life is worth living, even though the dear one I sought is gone and I shall never see her again in this life."
"My mother! my father--have you their--" but Jennie was obliged to stop again because of the refractory lump in her throat.
"Yes, I have numerous photographs of them all," Mr. Arnold replied, and instinctively comprehending her thought. "I even have one of baby Mildred," he added, with a smile, "taken when she was six months old. Your mother"s maiden name was Pauline West, and I have some beautiful letters from her that you will love to read some day."
"Do I look like her at all?" queried Jennie, who was beginning to forget herself and grow more composed as she drank in these interesting facts.
"No; she resembled her father, and was light, with blue eyes, though you have a way of speaking that reminds me of her. But you are almost the image of my sister--her mother--who was dark, with black eyes, and hair that curled, just as yours does, about her forehead," Mr. Arnold replied, and added: "Your father I never saw, but I have some pictures of a very nice-looking gentleman whose autograph, "Charles E. Jennison," is written on the back."
"And my name is "Mildred Arnold Jennison,"" said Jennie, and drawing a long breath at the unfamiliar sounds.
"Yes, I am sure of it. With your resemblance to Annie, my sister, the dates you have given me and this string of beads I could ask for no stronger proofs," returned the gentleman as he gave back the amber necklace.
"It is a very pretty name, I think," said the girl, a happy little laugh breaking from her, "and I"m glad there is a "Jennie" in it, for I"ve been called that so long I would hardly know how to answer to any other. But--oh! what time is it?" she cried, starting to her feet. "I had forgotten all about my train!"
Mr. Arnold showed her his watch, whereupon she breathed more freely.
"There is plenty of time," she added, more composedly, "but I think I must go now, for I have a package to get from another store. I hope, though, this hasn"t been a "transformation scene"
that will turn back to marble or--blankness," she concluded, with a nervous laugh as she glanced towards the curtained alcove where they had met.
"Do not fear--it is all living truth, and we are going to make it seem more real every day," cheerily responded Mr. Arnold. "I will see you to your train and we will thus have a little more time together; then, very soon, I would like to come to you and meet the friends who have been so kind to you."
Jennie asked if he could make it convenient to come to Manchester on Friday, explaining why she could not make the appointment for the next day; and it was so arranged.
He accompanied her to the station and put her aboard her train, making himself very entertaining on the way by recounting interesting incidents connected with his life and travels in the East.
"You"re sure you"re a bona-fide uncle and no vanishing "genie"?"
she half jestingly, half wistfully remarked as the warning "All aboard!" sounded and she gave him her hand at parting.
"I"m sure of the relationship, and I think I am of too substantial proportions to become invisible to mortal eyes at a moment"s warning. Whether I shall be obliged to vanish in any other way will depend upon yourself later on," Mr. Arnold smilingly replied, as he courteously lifted his hat and bowed himself away.
But during the ride home it seemed too wonderful to be true. She had dreamed of a similar revelation so many times, only to awake in the morning and find herself plain Jennie Wild, the same stray waif still hopelessly bemoaning the mystery that enshrouded her origin, that she could hardly believe she was not dreaming now.
"Mildred Arnold Jennison! Mildred Arnold Jennison!" she repeated over and over. "I don"t know her; I can hardly believe she really exists; it seems more like one of the many vagaries of "Wild Jennie" who was ever fond of imagining herself some poor little princess in disguise."
And thus, by the time she reached home, she had worked herself to the highest pitch of nervous excitement, which culminated in Katherine"s arms, and which she was patiently trying to overcome when we left them to take our "backward glance."
CHAPTER XXVI.
CONCLUSION.
By the time Jennie had given Katherine a brief outline of what had occurred during the afternoon, the dinner bell sounded and warned them that they must put aside romance and startling revelations for the present and come down to the more practical and prosaic affairs of life.
"But, Katherine, I can"t go down," Jennie exclaimed as she sprang to the mirror and saw her red and swollen eyes. "I look a perfect fright."
"Well, of course, you need not; I will send you up something nice, and you can rest and try to compose yourself, for you will want to tell us all more of this wonderful story by and by," Katherine considerately returned as she arose from her kneeling posture to obey the summons from below.
"But you may set the ball rolling, dearie. I want them all to know, and they must have thought I had a queer "bee in my bonnet"
when I got home."
"Very well, I will formally announce the advent of our new guest, Miss Mildred Arnold Jennison, if you wish, and I know that everyone will heartily rejoice with you," was the smiling reply.
Jennie threw her arms impulsively around her friend, "Oh, Katherine! how good you always are to me!" she cried. "What a blessed thing it was for me that you chose to go to Hilton! If you hadn"t I wouldn"t have known about Science--I never should have come to Boston, and then I would have missed to-day, an--"
"Oh, Jennie! Jennie! G.o.d governs all; He has more ways than one of leading His children, and when they are ready for the Truth it is always revealed to them," chidingly interposed her friend, but dropping a fond kiss upon the flushed cheek nearest her.