Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-23
STARING.

of her late patron. He died within a few months, and then began the days of dire poverty, the days of embroid- cry.
 Mrs. Gilbert described her meeting with my sister and spoke with tears in 1 her eyes of the efforts she had made to induce my sister to accept the least little thing"
 "She won't let anybody do anything for her" she declared. Except her brother,' said I, and the thin hand that still lay .n mine thrilled with happiness as it answered my clasp.
 Then I told her that her real name was Eilda Owen and that if there was anything In the world that she wanted her big brother Bob would go right out and get it. To which she replied i by saying Robert" several times very softly and sweetly.
 The hour was up, and we were all excluded, leaving HNda with Dr. Har- denberg and nurse who had just ar rived. Mrs. Gilbert rode home in her car, while Connor and I walked aim lessly for a matter of half an hour, when I led him to Dr. Hardenberg' $ house. The doctor was at work with his microscope.
 This Is the best result I've had" he said. This is absolutely conhrmatory. ! lie had been studying part of a drop of blood taken from my sisters 1 finger tip, wherein he saw the germ, the indniteslmal enemy that warred against her health. and recognized the creature by it's aspect
 Doctor" said ], ''you have permit | ted me to hold q somewhat exciting interview with your patient. hope she has taken no harm" "Harm" he cried II should think not. She'll get well in half the time"
 What result would follow" l ask ed, If she should now be told that am not her brother?'
 Hardcnberg and Conuor both start cd back from me, staring.
 Good heavens." cried the doctor What do you mean? l wouldn't have that happen for mint of money"
 But you know that I'm not her brother. don't you?"
 "I:" he gasped. No. You must be There was no other female child ex- cept your sister on that ship. How can we doubtT'
 "You have seen us both" said l. you who can recognize the features of that microscopic creature which you have to magnify thousand times. I suppose in order to see it at all." "Ive got 1.500 on 1t tonight" said the doctor. If you were magnified as much as that you could carry the Flatlron building in your pocket for a matchbox. But what of it?" If you mean that she doesn't look like you" said Connor. Il tell you you're dead wrong. There's strong family resemblance. And you're the man." said I, "who saw horse for a few minutes two years ago and spotted a photograph of him tonight at glance. Do you sup pose l could go to the nearest stable and buy horse-and good one. too -and pass him off on you as son of Bertram and HumbleT' But your sister isn't horse," pro- tested Connor She's human being. There's a laundering sight of differ ence,"
 There's this difference" said l. that it's easy to find man who knows something about a horse. And now let me tell you what this young lady is whog, have had the peculiar pleasure of meeting tonight. She Is a thoroughbred Saxon, the last one left alive. l should suppose; certainly the most beautiful example. But what am r."
 English" said Connor promptly. Just as English as she is.'
 Both my father and my mother were born in Wales" said I. Both had what you would call Norman an- cestry en one side and Cymric on the