CHAPTER XXI.
BROTHER AND SISTER.
As Miss March bent over the locket she uttered an exclamation of wonder and delight.
The portrait revealed was that of a singularly handsome man in the prime of life. The calm, thoughtful eyes and the sensitive mouth were those of the young actress herself; the likeness was not only unmistakable, but remarkable.
"Is it possible that this picture has been here all these years, and I have never known it?" the girl exclaimed.
"You might never have discovered it," replied Al. "I should not have known but for the fact that I have a locket precisely like it, which opens in the same way."
"Then there can be no doubt——"
"That you are my sister."
"Brother!"
The next moment the singularly united couple were folded in each other's arms.
It was a moment that in all their after lives neither of them ever forgot, a joy that no future sorrow had the power to efface from their memories.