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copyright. 1909, by American Press Asso-
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The story of how Jeanette Bourne
came to her own is series Of strange
incidents. Yet incidents comprise but
half the story, for without the work
ings Of natures inexorable laws they
would not have occurred.
Jeanette was an orphan. Her IA
ther had died in the war between the
states, and her mother had soon after
gone to her long home. At the time of
her mothers death Jeanette was but
a year old. There was no near relative
to take her. and before she was five
years old she had had several homes.
When she was at an age to make in
quiries as to her past there was no
one who knew much about It. A little
money had been left for her which
was expended on an education. Then
she began teaching.
Jeannette felt the loneliness Of her DO
sition, When she was a schoolgirl and
saw other girls going at vacation time
or the end Of term to their homes
she would be heartbroken. And when
she became 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-
mer vacation in a trip abroad. Joining
a party, she went for a short trip to
the continent Of Europe, reaching Eng
land late In August.
While Jeanette was sightseeing in
London she went to loan collection Of
old portraits. One portrait especially
attracted her attention. 1t 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
ture very singular sensation took
possession Of her. 1t was something
wistful, akin to that love which exists
between parents and children, broth
ers and sisters. Several times she
went back to look at the face which
seemed to beam kindly upon her
through its blue English eyes. fhe
last time she returned to it a lady also
looking at it said to her:
what a strong resemblance you
bear to the portrait. Had the officer
not lived a hundred years ago 1 should
suppose him to be your brother"
Il don't even know who he was" re-
piled Jeanette, secretly pleased that
a resemblance should have been re-
marked. The lady had a catalogue in
her hand and turned to the number
fixed to the portrait.
NO. IT, she read. Captain Hugh c.
Bourne, Royal artillery; killed in Amer.
ica 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 from America"
"Well then" said the lady confident
~, Il am sure you are one of his
grandchildren"
Jeannette 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 a middle aged or elderly man
and was surprised TO find one about
her Own age. She told him her story.
He sat listening to It with marked at
tention. When she had finished be
sat for some time mute. then said:
I've always believed that / was
holding property that did not right
fully belong TO me. and / am now Of
the opinion that your having seen Cap
tain Bourne's portrait viii open up a
case that viii sooner or later take it
away from me-"
THAT is not my object" said the girl.
"All my life / have been lonely. 1
wish only to find some Of my own
flesh and blood"
There are old papers," the young
man continued. (which hint at a Sc
cret marriage on the part Of Hugh
Bourne while in America with a lady
named Hildreth."
my fathers name was Hugh Hill
dreth," said Jeanette. surprised. "And
that was bis fathers name too"
I'm that case" said the young man,
with a touch OF mournfulness in his
tone. there was such marriage. and ]