y of the late Vicar of Fenside, and at length he came to a volume
of "Sturm's Reflections," on the title page of which was written, in a
clear mercantile hand, "Given to Susan Fluke, on her marriage with Henry
Walford Esquire, by her loving cousin Simon Fluke."

David bought the volume and returned with it in triumph. "I have, at
all events, found out the maiden name of the boy's grandmother on his
mother's side, so, if we cannot discover his relatives on one side, we
may on the other. We have now got three names--Fluke, Walford, and
Hartley. The Hartley side will give us most difficulty, for it is clear
that the vicar and his father held no communication for many years with
any of the relatives they may have possessed. Fluke, however, is not a
common name; we will search among the Flukes and Walfords, and see if
any persons or person of those names will acknowledge young Owen. Simon
Fluke, Simon Fluke--the London and County Directories may help us; if
they cannot, we must advertise. It will be hard if we cannot rake up
Simon Fluke or his heirs. To be sure, that book may have been given to
his grandmother fifty years ago or more, and Simon Fluke may be dead."

David carefully locked up the book. "It may tend to prove your
relationship with the said Simon Fluke; and who knows that he may be, or
may have been, a rich man, and that you may become his heir," he
remarked to Owen.

Owen, although he listened to what the young lawyer said, scarcely
understood the full meaning of his observations. Farmer Rowe, ill as he
could afford the expense, sent David off next day to London to make
inquiries. Both the farmer and his family did their best to amuse the
orphan.

Although the hearts of the young are elastic, his loss had been so
recent, and his grief so overpowering, that, in spite of all the efforts
of his kind friends, he could not recover his spirits. Owen, however,
had become calmer when Jane Hayes came to wish him good-bye. She had
been offered another situation, which, seeing that he was well taken
care of, she had accepted. Owen was in the garden when Jane arrived;
the sight of her, as she came to meet him, renewed his grief. They sat
down on a bench together, under a tall old tulip-tree, just out of sight
of the house. Owen burst into tears.

"That's just what I feel like to do, Master Owen," said the faithful
woman, taking his hand; "but it seems to me, from all master used to say
when he was down