Percy Vere got an Omaha Herald one day, which had been sent as an exchange to a St. Louis paper, and in it was the advertisement of an astrologer who called himself “Professor Guy.”
He took it home to his mother, and said to her, “That’s father!”
These words put her all in a flutter. She took the paper and scanned the advertisement eagerly.
“What makes you think so?” she asked.
“Father’s name was Guy, and he was a ‘professor’ of astrology!”
She smiled. “He was a professor of almost everything.”
“Suppose I go and see if it is my father,” he suggested.
She pondered over this.
“Would you know him, do you think?”
“Oh, yes, if the picture you have in your locket is any thing like him.”