e their grayest, and scarlet spots burned on her cheeks.

"What has happened, Anne?"

Anne gave a queer little laugh.

"I think you'll hardly believe it when I tell you, Gilbert. _I_ can't
believe it yet. As Susan said the other day, 'I feel like a fly coming
to live in the sun--dazed-like.' It's all so incredible. I've read
the letter a score of times and every time it's just the same--I can't
believe my own eyes. Oh, Gilbert, you were right--so right. I can see
that clearly enough now--and I'm so ashamed of myself--and will you
ever really forgive me?"

"Anne, I'll shake you if you don't grow coherent. Redmond would be
ashamed of you. WHAT has happened?"

"You won't believe it--you won't believe it--"

"I'm going to phone for Uncle Dave," said Gilbert, pretending to start
for the house.

"Sit down, Gilbert. I'll try to tell you. I've had a letter, and oh,
Gilbert, it's all so amazing--so incredibly amazing--we never
thought--not one of us ever dreamed--"

"I suppose," said Gilbert, sitting down with a resigned air, "the only
thing to do in a case of this kind is to have patience and go at the
matter categorically. Whom is your letter from?"

"Leslie--and, oh, Gilbert--"

"Leslie! Whew! What has she to say? What's the news about Dick?"

Anne lifted the letter and held it out, calmly dramatic in a moment.

"There is NO Dick! The man we have thought Dick Moore--whom everybody
in Four Winds has believed for twelve years to be Dick Moore--is his
cousin, George Moore, of Nova Scotia, who, it seems, always resembled
him very strikingly. Dick Moore died of yellow fever thirteen years
ago in Cuba."

CHAPTER 32

MISS CORNELIA DISCUSSES THE AFFAIR

"And do you mean to tell me, Anne, dearie, that Dick Moore has turned
out not to be Dick Moore at all but somebody else? Is THAT what you
phoned up to me today?"

"Yes, Miss Cornelia. It is very amazing, isn't it?"

"It's--it's--just like a man," said Miss Cornelia helplessly. She took
off her hat with trembling fingers. For once in her life Miss Cornelia
was undeniably staggered.

"I can't seem to sense it, Anne," she said. "I've heard you say
it--and I believe you--but I can't take it in. Dick Moore is dead--has
been dead all these years--and Leslie is free?"

"Yes. The truth has made her free. Gilbert was right when he said
that verse was the grandest in the Bible."

"Tell me everything, Anne, dearie. Since I got your phone I'v