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CHAPTER XLVI (Continued) But just as he stooped to pick it Up Helen saw it too. She rushed over and held out her hand for it. The servant was forced to give it over. Helen opened it and stood staring at Charles Nell in’s photograph, asking herself a thousand questions. Where had Eva’s mother got this locket? What did she know of Charles Nellin Or of Evangeline Cunningham? The only answer she received was a sudden impulse to go to Mrs. Ennis and put the questions to her. CHAPTER XLVII HELEN said nothing about the locket to Eva, nor to Bob when he came. Before his arrival she had seen clearly that it was a clew to the real heiress. And she was frightened. Suppose she told them the truth —that she was an impostor, a cheat, the daughter of a criminal? The thought aroused all the horror she had lived through since Brent had told her that she was not the granddaughter of Cyril Cunningham. The blessed relief she had experienced when It flashed upon her that he could not carry out his threat to prevent her from marrying Bob. left her now. She felt herself caught again in an agony of indecision. To keep silent, to go on—without fear, happily. with Bob; this was her temptation. She could do so much good with the money, as much good as any one. But the real heiress? What about her? Did she exist? Could she be found? Would Mrs. Ennis know where she was? But then, why hadn't she revealed the girl's identity? Why had she remained silent? These questions were millstones that weighted Helen's hopes to earth. Before her lay a golden future—could she only destroy the one thing that r ood between it and her —her conscience; could she only forget that somewhere there might be a girl she had robbed, a girl living in poverty perhaps. When Bob came she was trembling with mental agony. He came straight across the rcom to her and took her in his arms. She rested there without offering any resistance, sobbing brokenly. He could not get the story of what had happened from her. Someone else in the apartment told him of Brent's tragic death. Helen clung to him while he listened. To lose him now! Suddenly she went limp in his arms. He thought she w’as tortured with hearing the accident gone over. He carried her to the divan and put her gently down. She opened her eyes and waved away those who gathered round to help her. “Eva needs you," she said to Bob. “She is in ... ” She could not say Brent’s name, but Bob followed her glance to the bedroom door and understood. Still he hesitated and Helen told him he must go to his sister. Presently he came back, with Eva leaning against him. dragging herself along with halting steps. He found Helen waiting, with her hat and coat on. The superintendent went down with them, helping Helen to her car. She got in first, and held out her arms for Eva, who was in a state bordering on complete collapse. a e a NOTHING touching on the accident was said during the drive to Yonkers. For the most pan Eva lay quiet against Helen. Now and then she shuddered, or moaned pitifully. Helen could do nothing to com- ' fort her beyond drawing her closer. Her own heart was breaking. Mrs. Ennis ran out when they stopped before the house, and rained questions upon them. She had been wild since discovering that ; Eva had slipped out of the house and disappeared. Frantically she had telephoned Bramblewood—only to learn that j Helen was rot at home and Mrs. Wethering had not known or could not say where she had gone. Then she had tried to reach Bob. He, the was told, had been called away

| from his work by a telephone mesi sage. She was in despair but did ! not know what to do. ! She hugged Eva to her as though i the girl just had been rescued from |sudden death. It was at least an hour later before Helen had opportunity to talk I with her. Then she followed her ;to the kichen. where she went to i warm some milk for Eva. | “When you’ve given that to her.” : she said, “I have something to tell j you.” Mrs. Ennis nodded in an abstracted fashion. Her mind was j on her girl upstairs and her boy ! who was acting so strangely. She w'ould have understood Bob’s bei havior had she witnessed a scene that took place between him and ; Helen while she was with Eva. | “Oh don’t, please don’t!” Helen ! had cried sharply when he sought I to embrace her. Bob had drawn back, astonished. This, in contrast to the way she had shown her need for him in Brent’s apartment! It staggered him. Helen dared not try to explain. She had sealed her fate in her own mind. In a little while Bob would | know that she w r as a fraud—that | she had come by crooked paths into | his life. Until then she would not i let herself accept his love. His pleadings proving unavailing, Bob had flung himself out of the : room in desperate discouragement. ! His mother heard him come upi stairs and slam his door behind ! him. He was there still when she went , down for the milk and w'hen she ! came back with it. Then she had ! tapped at his door and he had told her to go away and let him alone. B B B SHE sighed heavily over her inability to understand her children as she made her way to the living room where Helen had said she would wait when she left the kitchen. "I'm sorry we left you alone,” she apologized, and sat w’earily down in a chair. “It gave me time to think,” Helen smiled wanly. “What I want to say to you is so important, Mrs. Ennis, that I don't w’ant to muddle it. And I’ve been too confused to know how to put it—until just now.” “Well, my dear, what is it?” Mrs. Ennis asked, thinking that, of course, it concerned Bob. “It’s about ... a locket,” Helen answered. Mrs. Ennis started and looked at her more searchingly. “The locket Eva lost,” Helen went on. constraining herself to speak calmly. "We found it—in Mr. Brent’s possession." “Mr. Brent?” “Yes. Undoubtedly he found it at Bramblewood. I do not know if he learned that Eva lost it.” Mrs. Ennis had grown highly excited. “Where is it?” she cried. “I have it,” Eva said quietly, “here.” She reached for her bag, opened it and brought out the locket. Mrs. Ennis took it with a cry of relief. “I would like to ask you,” Helen began, "where you got it and—" Mrs. Ennis closed her hand over the locket, hiding it from sight. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said uneasily. ' But I am not asking through idle curiosity,” Helen hastened to assure her. “You see, I know’ it is something you treasure highly and I have good reason to believe that it is an important clew to—to a secret.” she added, putting off her confesion a bit longer. Mrs. Ennis gasped in dismay, “What secret?” she asked tensely.* “The . . . Tire Cunninham secret," Helen answered. Mrs. Ennis relaxed, sighing heavily. “It can’t have anything to do with the Cunninghams," she said firmly. Helen drew in her breath. “I think it has,” she returned steadily. "It is identical with the locket that was found on Charles Nellin's person shortly before his death, the locket that contains a picture of his wife, Evangeline Cunningham." man MRS. ENNIS leaned nearer. "But there could be two lockets just alike,” she said quaveringly, almost fearfully. It seemed to Helen. "Yes. there could be,” the girl agreed; “but the locket Eva lost

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i contains a picture of Charles Neli lin.” “Oh, no: you’re mistaken,” Mrs. Ennis declared. “It’s a picture of a man named Owens.” “It is Charles Nellin,” Helen insisted. “I found a likeness of him amony my . . . among the effects of the girl who ran away wtih him and became his wife. You knew, didn’t you, that Evangeline Cunningham married a man named Charles Nellin?” “Yes, yes, of course. Every one in Yonkers knew that.” “Didn't you ever see him?” “No. Very few people here knew him. He came up from New York, I think, to give Miss Cunningham music lessons.” "Then you wouldn’t have known him if he came back as Mr. Owens? What was the man’s first name? Do you remember? You see, I’m sure you haven’t seen him for a long tin”’, have you?” “No. I haven’t,” Mrs. Ennis reluctantly acknowledged. “What was his first name?” Helen asked again. “Why I ... I think it was Charles.” Helen was breathing rapidly. Her hands flew out excitely. “Did he?” she said jerkily, “have a little girl with him?” Mrs. Ennis paled under her eager gaze. “Why do you ask me that?” she evaded. But Helen was not to be put off “Did he? Did he?” she demanded. “Why . . . why yes, he did,” Mrs. Ennis admitted; "but really Helen I’d rather not talk about him. It was a long time ago and I didn’t know him very well.” Helen brushed her aversion to talk aside with a gesture. “We must discuss him,” she said simply. “This is far more important than you realize, I think, Mrs. Ennis.” “But I’m afraid I don’t see . . .” She was about to tell Helen;, as tactfully as she could, that she considered the girl was interfering in something that did not concern her. Helen stopped her. “What became of the child?” she cut in. Mrs. Ennis drew back in alarm. “How should I know?” she countered after a slight hesitation. “Did he take her away with him?” Helen pressed on. “Oh, won’t you tell me what you know about him, Mrs. Ennis, please?” "Well, his name was Owens, so it couldn't have been Nellin,’ ’Mrs. Ennis stubbornly insisted. “He came to us when we had a small hotel here in Yonkers years ago. He had a little girl . . .” “What was her name?” Mrs. Ennis regarded her blankly. She had recovered her composure, outwardly at least, and now she was prepared to meet Helen's question. “Was it—” Helen could scarcely restrain her excitement as she put the rest of her question—“Was.it,” she repeated, “Evangeline?” (To Be Concluded)

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