"Is it possible?" said the father. "Yet he is an exact likeness of our Augustus Reid, only, as I notice now, a litle taller, perhaps. Certainly, young man, you must be connected with the Reids of Bernardville?"
Augustus colored, as he answered that he supposed he had connections by the name of Reid, somewhere, and it now struck him that he had heard his deceased mother speak of a place called Bernardville.
"It must be so," Mr. Nesmith, senior, answered. "And you never saw your relatives in that direction? Then you should go there and make them a visit. I am certain that you would have no difficulty in satisfying them that you are of their kindred."
Nattie had listened to every tone of this new voice till she now lay trembling like an aspen. In the flush of glad excitement, Robert stepped to the door of her room. Nattie turned her eager eyes on his face. Without waiting to give his
