name, "Nathalie Norton." In bold relief, in startling distinctness, there it lay!
The young contractor, with hurried breath, at length exclaimed: "Where did you get that name? How came you by it?"
Augustus Reid answered, in broken tones, as if he made a great effort to give utterance to the words:
"It is the name of the young white girl that was dwelling in my father's cabin. She wrought it, and gave it to me not long ago."
"Found! found!" cried the lumberman; and turning to his wife, he added: "Dimple, why did we never once dream that the Indians had carried off our Nattie?"
"But your name is not Norton," said Augustus Reid.
"No, it is Nesmith. My sister, who was a mere babe when I left my father's house, had our mother's maiden name, 'Nathalie Norton.' I am certain that it is the same. She may have had her own reasons for omitting her full name when
