"Near Chattanooga. Don't you remember the sign, under the horse-
shoe, over the door, 'Aaron Hunt'?"

"No; but who was Aaron Hunt?"

For nearly a minute Edna struggled for composure, and looking
suddenly up, said falteringly:

"He was my grandfather--the only person in the world I had to care
for, or to love me--and--sir--"

"Well, go on."

"You cursed him because your horse fretted, and he could not shoe
him in five minutes."

"Humph!"

There was an awkward silence; St. Elmo Murray bit his lip and
scowled, and, recovering her self-control, the orphan added:

"You put your shawl and book on the ground, and when you started you
forgot them. I called you back and gave you your shawl; but I did
not see the book for some time after you rode out of sight."

"Yes, yes, I remember now about the shawl and the shop. Strange I
did not recognize you before. But how did you learn that the book
was mine?"

"I did not know it was yours until I came here by accident, and