refully, and the only thing I found was the name of
a Boston firm on a toilet set. At once it flashed on me that I belonged
in Boston. I seemed to have a dim recollection of a big monument in the
midst of a green park, of narrow, crooked streets and historical
buildings.

"Then, in a flash it came to me--I did belong in Boston. How I had come
from there I could not guess, but I was sure I lived there. So I bought
a ticket for there and went as fast as the train could take me.

"But my hopes were dashed. Even the sight of Bunker Hill monument did
not bring the elusive memory, nor did viewing the other places of
historic interest. Yet, somewhere in the back of my brain, I was sure I
had been in that city before. I went to the place where my toilet set
was bought, but the man had sold out and the new owner could give me no
information.

"I did not know what to do. My money was running low, and I had not a
friend to whom to turn. I happened to go in to see some moving pictures,
and the idea came to me that perhaps I could act. I had rather a good
face, so some one had hinted."

"You do photograph beautifully," said Alice.

"That's what one of the managers in Boston told me when I applied to
him," said Estelle. "He gave me a small part, and then I learned that
New York was really the place to go to get in the movies, so I came on,
with a letter to a manager from the Boston firm.

"It must have been my face that got me my first engagement, for now I
know I couldn't act. But, somehow or other, I made good, and then I got
this engagement with Mr. Pertell.

"And that is my story. You can see what a strange one it is--for me not
to know who I am. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, and that is why I have
been avoiding all references to my past. But now I have told you, what
do you think?"

"I think it's just terrible!" cried Alice. "The idea! Not to know who
you are."

"The question is," said Ruth, "what can we do to help you? This must not
be allowed to go any further. Valuable time is being lost. We want to
help you, Estelle. What can we do? We must try to find out who you are."

"Yes, but how can you?" asked the strange girl.

CHAPTER XIX

A BIG GUN

Ruth did not answer for several seconds. She seemed to be thinking
deeply, and Alice, who was fairly bursting with numberless questions she
wanted to ask, respected her sister's efforts to bring some logical
queries to the fore.

"Then your hopes that Boston