“I cannot object to that,” said Mr. Leonard.
“I want to find my lost sister, Jennie, afore I strike into anything else,” said Will.
“Jennie. Was that her name?” asked Mr. Leonard, curiously.
“Yes,” said Mr. Somers.
“I have made inquiries at the alms-house,” continued Mr. Fitler, “as I promised you to do. They have a record there of the admission of two children, William and Jennie Somers, with date given. There is only one other record about them. Will ran away a few years afterward, and Jennie was adopted by a party who refused to let his name go upon the record. He wished to hide all trace of her origin.”
“But the date is there,” said Mr. Leonard, in some excitement. “What date is given?”
“The 3d of September, 18—.”
The merchant hastily rose and seized his hat.
“Come with me,” he said, briefly.
He led the way through the store and into the street at a rapid pace, giving no intimation of his object, but evidently in a state of growing excitement.