Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 368: what you’re looking at

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of the family, and no one ever knew what became of then.” “What!” cried Marie, in a voice of horror, ‘‘were they killed ?” “Yes, or they were supposed to have been. Maim- ma was so frantic over 1t that she was thrown into a fever and tiearly died, and, though her friends searched for weeks for the hurse and my sister, they never could learn an thing of thei, and finally gave them both up as dead. “Oh, then it was not Helena! T imagined it must | be her of whom you were speaking,” ‘paid Marie, it | just having occurred to her that it must have been some other child. “No; Helena was in New York with grandmamma. Mawina only went to Chicago for a change, she was so unhappy over papa’s death, and her friends there hoped to be able to cheer her a little; butit only re- sulted in a double grief,” Belle explained. “How very sad!” said Marie, with a sigh, ‘‘and I suppose there were a great many such cases. How old was this little sister ?” “Only about three years; she was between Helena and me,” Belle replied. “Oh!—what was her name?’ Marie cried, in a breathless voice. OP le pe May; butmammaalways called her simply ‘May - Marie Farlescourt sprang to her feet, with a startled ery, at this. “Belle! Belle!” she gasped, ‘I was only three years old—my name wus ‘May,’ and—I—I—believe that—I am your sisler !’ | (TO BE CONTINUED.) omilicbooks.com