Mr. Emerson hurried to the telegraph office and sent an immediate wire to “Mrs. Leonard Smith, Rosemont, N.J.  Wire names of your husband’s parents,” it read.

The answer came back before morning;—­“Julian and Emily Leonard Smith.”

“Now why in the wide world didn’t she remember that when we’ve done nothing but talk about Emily Leonard for weeks!” cried Mrs. Smith’s sister-in-law impatiently.

“I dare say she never gave them a thought; Leonard Smith’s mother died when he was born, Stanley says.  How about the father, Stanley?”

“Julian Smith?  He died years ago.  I saw his death record this morning.”

“Then I don’t see but you’ve traced the missing heir right to your own next door neighbor, Stanley.”

“It looks to me as if that was just what had happened,” laughed the young lawyer.  “Isn’t that jolly!  It’s Dorothy whose guardian’s signature is lacking to make the deed of the field valid when we sell it to her mother!”

“It’s Dorothy who is a part owner of Fitz-James’s woods already!” cried the Ethels.

Another telegram went to Rosemont at once.  This one was addressed to “Miss Dorothy Smith.”  It said, “Stanley welcomes you into family.  Congratulations from all on your good fortune,” and it was signed “The Travellers.”

THE END