"
"But where did it come from?" asked the father, taking it from his wife's
hand, and examining it with an interest that can hardly be described.
"There is no name with it," added Jennie, "and--do you know anything about
it, Tom?" she asked abruptly, turning short upon him.
"Didn't I tell you years ago, when you related the story, that the boy
would turn up sooner or later. Well, he has done so, and what of it?"
"But where is he?"
He opened his arms, and the proud, happy bride rushed into his embrace,
while the parents stared, not able quite to understand what it all meant.
"Yes," said he, looking around, "I was the fortunate boy who jumped into
the water after you, and found that chain wound round the button of my
coat. I have kept it and the locket ever since, but I never knew you were
the original until I heard the story from your lips."
"You scamp!" exclaimed Mr. Warmore. "And you never said a word about it."
"Yes, you mean fellow, why didn't you tell us?" demanded Jennie, disposed
to pout.
"You were sure you would know the young gentleman; and I meant that if I
ever gained your love you should love me for myself, and not for any
accident of the past.
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