d him to follow and if possible
save his sister.

Upon this miserable errand he had revisited his native country. He had
found no such name as Dugald in any of the lists of passengers arrived
within the specified time by any of the ocean steamers from Liverpool to
New York, and no such name on any of the hotel books; so he left the
matter in the hands of a skillful detective, and came down to
Washington, in the hope of finding the fugitives here.

On his first walk out he had been attracted by the crowd around the City
Hall; had learned that an interesting trial was going on; and that some
strange, new lawyer was making a great speech. He had gone in, and on
turning his eyes towards the young barrister had been thunderstruck on
being confronted by what seemed to him the living face of Nora Worth,
elevated to masculine grandeur. Those were Nora's lips, so beautiful in
form, color, and expression; Nora's splendid eyes, that blazed with
indignation, or melted with pity, or smiled with humor; Nora's
magnificent breadth of brow, spanning from temple to temple. He saw in
these remarkable features so much of the likeness of Nora, that he
failed to see, in the height of the forehead, the outline of the
profile, and the occasional expression of the countenance, the striking
likeness of himself.

He had been spellbound by this, and by the eloquence of the young
barrister until the end of the speech, when he had hastened to Judge
Merlin and demanded the name and the history of the debutante.

And the answer had confirmed the prophetic instincts of his heart--this
rising star of the forum was Nora's son!

Nora's son, born in the depths of poverty and shame; panting from the
hour of his birth for the very breath of life; working from the days of
his infancy for daily bread; striving from the years of his boyhood for
knowledge; struggling by the most marvelous series of persevering effort
out of the slough of infamy into which he had been cast, to his present
height of honor! Scarcely twenty-one years old and already recognized
not only as the most gifted and promising young member of the bar, but
as a rising power among the people.

How proud he, the childless man, would be to own his share in Nora's
gifted son, if in doing so he could avoid digging up the old, cruel
reproach, the old, forgotten scandal! How proud to hail Ishmael Worth as
Ishmael Brudenell!

But this he knew could never, never be. Every principle of honor,