d utterly unable to comprehend the meaning of
them.

"Here is the picture," said Sue, returning with the photograph in her
hand; "but I don't see that it looks any more like you than it does like
the other gentleman;" and she proceeded to institute a comparison between
the new claimant and the picture.

Somers began to cherish a faint hope again, and to be very grateful for
the general truth, that photographs do not always look like the
originals. This encouragement, slight as it was, gave our hero a new
inspiration, and in a measure restored his impudence; which, under the
pressure of circumstances, had begun to give way.

"I am sure it does not look at all like you," continued Sue, after she
had patiently balanced all the points of resemblance, and all the points
of disagreement.

"You should remember that the picture was taken more than a year ago; and
that I have been an invalid for ten months of the time," suggested the
rebel soldier.

"That may be; but I am sure this picture could never have been taken for
you."

"Let me see it, if you please?"

Sue handed him the card, and he glanced at it with an expression of great
curiosity.

"Where did you get this picture?" demanded he.

"It was sent to me by the original," replied she.

"This is not my picture."

"That is just what the other gentleman said; and I am perfectly willing
to believe both of you."

"But I sent you a picture of myself, though this is not the one."

"Well, that is very singular."

"If you will remember, there were two in the same letter; the other was a
young man whom Owen was acquainted with, and who desired something to
remember him by. He is in a Mississippi regiment now."

"Dear me! what a blunder!" exclaimed Sue, laughing heartily. "I am sure I
took the best looking of the two for Allan Garland's."

"Perhaps that is not very complimentary to me; but where is the other
picture?"

"I put it in Owen's room. I told him what I had done with the two
pictures; but he has been at home so little, that I suppose he never
looked at them. I will get the other."

"We are beginning to get a little light on the subject," said Mr. Raynes,
when his daughter had left the room.

"And I think you will let a little light through my body with a
bullet-hole," added Somers, whose last hope was gone again, though his
impudence still remained.

"Be patient, young man; we shall soon see the mystery explained, and be
able to inform you whether