The daily Alaskan., 1909-07-07
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hali the story, for without the work ings of natures memorable laws they would not have occurred.
 Jcannctte was an orphan. Her ia thcr had died in the war between the states, and her mother had soon after gone to her long home. At the ame Of her mothers death Jeannette was but a year old. There was no near relative to take her, and before she was i've years old she had had several homes. When she was at an age to make in- qulrics as to her past there was no one who knew much about 1t. A little money had been left fer her, which was expended on an education. Then she began teaching.
 Jeannette felt the loneliness of her po- sition. When she was a schoolgirl and saw other girls going at vacation time or the end of q term to their homes she would be heartbroken. And when she became q teacher she would regret that there were such intervals of work as vacations. When she was twenty two years old, having saved some money, she resolved to pass the sum- mcr vacation in trip abroad. Joining a party, she went for short trip to the continent of Europe, reaching Eng land late in August.
 While Jcannctte was sightseeing Tn London she went to loan collection or old portraits. One portrait especially attracted her attention. It was that of a young British officer in the uni orm of the latter part of the eighteenth century. As she stood before this pic turc very singular sensation took possession of her. It was something wistful. akin to that love which exists between parents and children, broth CTS and sisters. Several times she went back to look at the face which seemed to beam kindly upon her through its blue English eyes. The last time she returned to 1t lady also looking at 1t said to her:
 What strong resemblance you bear to the portrait. Had the officer not lived hundred years ago should suppose him to be your brother
 Il don't even know who he was," re- piled Jcannette, secretly pleased that a resemblance should have been re- marked. The lady had catalogue in her hand and turned to the number fixed to the portrait
 No. 72," she read, Captain Hugh c. Bourne, Royal artillery; killed in Amer lca at the battle of Monmouth"
 Jeanette looked at the lady with many emotions.
 Why, my name Is Bourne," she said.
 Indeed"
 "YeS, and l am fcom America"
 Well, then" said the lady confident ly, "I am sure you are one of his grandchildren"
 Jcannettc was advised to apply for information concerning the portrait to the managers of the exhibition. She did so and learned that it had been lent by AlonzO Warrick-Bourne, the owner of country estate not far from London, where he spent most of his time. The next day she appeared at the manor house on the property and inquired for the owner. She expected to find q middle aged or elderly man and was surprised to find one about her own age. She told him her story. He sat listening to 1t with marked at tention. When she had finished he sat for some time mute, then said:
 I've always believed that was holding property that did not right fully belong to me, and 1 am now of the opinion that your having seen Cap tain Bourne portrait will open up a case that will sooner or later take 1t away from me-"
 That is not my object" said the girl. "All my life have been lonely. wish only to find some of my own flesh and blood"
 "There are old papers," the young man continued. which hint at a se- cret marriage on the part of Hugh Bourne while in America with a lady named Hildrcth."
 MY latner S name was huRn Ell- dreth," said Jeannette, surprised. And that was his fathers name too."
 "In that case" said the young man, with a touch of mournfulneSs In his tone, there was such a marriage, and Hugh Bourne'S descendants are the rightful owners to this property. At the time of his death America was far country and little was known here of his life there. Not Supposing him to have been married and he having no brothers or sisters, his property passed to the nearest of kin, cousin, my great-grandmother Elizabeth War rick. Her son. my grandfather, took the name of Bourne in addition to his own. That name has come down to me with the property. You have only to bring proofs of Hugh Bourne's mar riage and that you are his heir and will turn over to you the property"
 "I shall do nothing of the kind"
 ''I think it probable" said the young man, that l shall go to America and satisfy myself whether or no I am holding some one else's property. If So shall Surrandnr If