You will not think so badly of him then." I let Miss Charity lead me away.

A drawer held all these treasures.

I looked and felt to a degree the pathos of the scene; but did not give special attention to what she thrust under my eyes till she gave me a little old letter to read, soiled and torn with the handling of many years and signed John Silverthorn Brainard.

Then something in me woke and I stared at this signature, growing more and more excited as I realized that this was not the first time I had seen it, that somewhere and in circumstances which brought a nameless thrill I had looked upon it before and that--it was not one remembrance but many which came to me.

What the spoken name had not recalled came at the sight of this written one.