And I believe that
Mr. Alan Roscoe is now living in Philadelphia--and I believe that I know
him, uncle!"

Her uncle started, and exclamations of surprise and delight burst from
all the circle. "It might very well be," Mr. Wyndham said; "I remember
thinking our amiable friend Smith was speaking an untruth, at the time,
although I did not carry out the idea. But do you know any one of that
name, Alice? Surely, it cannot be Mr. Roscoe, the retired merchant, who
is so prominent for his benevolence and liberality?"

"Yes, sir, it is--I am intimate with his oldest child, Carrie. And I
know that he is a Scotchman, and they used to live in Charleston, and
his name is Alan, and his little boy is called Malcom! that's after
Margaret's father, I am sure. Carrie told me he had been named after an
uncle in Scotland who was dead!"

"Is it possible?" replied Mr. Wyndham. "It really does look like it--if
it be actually so, my dear wife, here is another reverse of fortune for
your heroine, which you did not expect. The contrast would be great
indeed, between the little whitewashed cottage, and the magnificent
mansion on Walnut-street!"

"I hope it will not turn her head!" said Charlie Bolton.

"There is little fear of that, I think," rejoined Mrs. Wyndham.
"Margaret has early been tried in the furnace of affliction, and she has
come out gold: I believe she really possesses that gospel charity, one
of the marks of which is, that it is not, and cannot be, puffed up. But
what shall we do? shall we tell her of our hopes?"

"By no means," replied her husband. "It would only excite expectations
which, after all, may be disappointed--although I am strongly convinced
that our suppositions are correct. For the first time in my life, I
regret that to-morrow will be Sunday; but early on Monday morning I
shall set out for the city, and for Mr. Roscoe's house or counting-room.
With my good wife's permission, I will take this medallion with me, and
show it to Mr. Roscoe--then I shall know in a moment if he is really
Margaret's uncle."

"Will you be so kind as to take me with you?" asked a dozen voices at
once.

"No, I will not," replied Mr. Wyndham, laughing. "The carriage cannot
possibly hold you all. If Alice wishes it, I will take her, both as a
reward for her quickness in making this discovery, and as a means of
introduction to Mr. Roscoe, with whom I am not acquainted. And if our
surmises prove correct, I expect to bring Mr. Roscoe bac