Madaline slept in her grave--her child was safe and happy with the kindly, tender woman who was to supply its mother's place.

Then Lord Charlewood prepared to leave the place where he had suffered so bitterly.

The secret of his title had been well kept.

No one dreamed that the stranger whose visit to the little town had been such a sad one was the son of one of England's earls.

Charlewood did not strike any one as being a very uncommon name.