s," said Sally, "and--and--"

"Speak out without fear," said Parson Kendall, as Sally groped for
words; "much depends on my having a clear understanding of all thou
canst tell."

Then Sally told of the soldier who had thrust his card into her bended
arm.

"It was the same queer name," said Sally.

"Dost know what language it would belong to, young maid?" and the grave
parson smiled.

"The soldier I think was French," said the maiden, a droop of
disappointment in her voice. "I fear me the name must be French also."

"Spell it, and then pronounce it," said the parson.

And Sally spelled, then pronounced:

"'D-u-q-u-e-s-n-e, Doo-_kane_.'"

"You need feel nought but pride at bearing that ancient name!" cried
Parson Kendall. "No more noble officer hath the French navy ever known
than the fearless, distinguished commander who once bore it. A marquis,
child, a French nobleman! A Protestant, who conquered Spanish, Danes,
and Dutch during his splendid career.

"Hast not thou felt the will of thine ancestor, stirring thee to make
the most of thyself? Hast thou not felt within thee a craving for the
best things in life? Hast not thou pushed thy way up to those better
things?"

"Yes, oh, yes!" burst forth Maid Sally, with a great shuddering sob. "I
felt it! I almost knew it! My good Fairy felt it must be so!"

"Your good Fairy?" The parson looked amazed.

"Yes," cried Sally, for to the winds went all fear of letting the kind
parson know what was in her heart, and what had been one great comfort
of her poor little life.

"Yes, my good Fairy, sir. I talked with another part of myself and found
help in pretending a Fairy dwelt in my soul. My poorer self was one part
of me, the good Fairy the other. And the good Fairy did hearten and
comfort me."

"One was Sally Dukeen," and the parson smiled most pleasantly, "the
other was Sara Doo-kane. Strange how the accent of but one letter can
change a name. I fancy it was Mistress Brace's incorrect way of calling
it.

"But there is more for you to know. Your mother was an English lady,
also of excellent birth, but on the way to this country with your
father, to seek a better fortune, she died.

"Now very early this morning I sought out the soldier, Officer Duquesne,
of whom you have told me and of whom I have heard. And although I know
him to be a very different man from your ancestor of nearly a hundred
years ago, and his also, and fighting I hold on the wrong side, he ye