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mother isn't my--my real mother?" he faltered.
"No, Jack; she is only your foster mother. But she thinks just as much of you as if you were her real son. She has told me that over and over again."
"You are sure of this?"
"Yes, Jack."
"Sure I am a--a nobody." His voice sunk to a mere whisper.
"Yon are not a nobody, Jack. When you were a mere boy of three or four my father and mother adopted you, and you are now John Ruthven, my own brother," and she gave his brown hand another tight squeeze.
He was too confused and bewildered to answer at once. The dreadful news was true, he was not really a Ruthven. He was a nobody--no, he must be somebody. But who was he?
CHAPTER III.
A MYSTERY OF THE PAST.
"I do not know that I have done just right by telling you this," went on Marion. "Mother may not approve of it."
"I am glad you told me. I was bound to find out about it, sooner or later."
"That is true, Jack. But both mother and I dreaded that time. We were afraid you might turn from us. And we both love you so much!"
"It is kind of you to say that, Marion." Jack's face flushed. "You couldn't be nicer if you were my real sister."
"And mother loves you so much."
"I know that, too--otherwise she wouldn't have taken me in as she did."
"What put it in your head to ask me this to-day?"
"Something St. John Ruthven said to Darcy Gilbert. St. John said I was an upstart, a nobody."
"St. John had better mind his own business! It was not cousinly for him to interfere!" And Marion's face flushed.
"I suppose he doesn't look at me in the light of a cousin. He considers me an intruder."
"Well, if he won't count you a cousin he need not count me one either--so there!"
"But you must not hurt yourself by standing up for me," cried Jack hastily.
"I will not hurt myself--in the eyes of those whose respect is worth considering. In the eyes of the law you are my real brother, for my parents adopted you. St. John must not forget that."
"But tell me of the past, Marion. Where did I come from, and how did I get here?"
"It's a long story, Jack. Do you see yonder wreck, on Hemlock Bluff rocks?"
"To be sure I do."
"Well, when that wreck came ashore, between ten and eleven years ago, you had been one of the passengers on the boat."
"Me!"
"Yes. I have heard mother tell of it several times. It was a fearful night and Old Ben, he was our slave then, was out on the bluff watching. Presently there was the booming of a signal gun--showing the ship was in distress--and soon the ship came in sight, rocking to and fro, with the wild waves running over her deck. Not a soul was left on board, captain and crew having all gone down in the ocean beyond."
"But where did they find me?"
"On the beach. Old Ben heard a cry of pain and ran in the direction of the sound. Soon he made out the form of a woman, your mother. She had been hurt by being hit with some wreckage. You were in her arms, and as Old Ben came up you cried out: 'Jack is hungry. Give Jack some bread and butter, please.'"
"Yes, yes! I remember something of a storm and of the awful waves. But it's all dreamy-like."
"You were only three or four years old, and the exposure nearly cost you your life. Old Ben took you and your mother to the boathouse and then ran up to the plantation for help. Father went back with him, along with half a dozen men, and they brought you and your mother to the house. I remember that time well, for I was nearly seven years old."
"But my mother, what of her?" asked Jack impatiently.
"Poor dear! she died two days later. The physicians did all they could for her, but the shock had been too great, and she passed away without recovering consciousness."
"Then she told nothing about me--who I was?"
"No. All she did say while she lived was 'Save my husband! Save my darling little Jack.'"
"Then my father must have been on the boat with her?"
"Yes."
"And they did not find his body?"
"No, the only bodies recovered were those of sailors."
"Didn't they try to find out who I was?"
"To be sure, but, although father did his best, he could learn nothing. Your father and mother had taken passage on the ship at the last moment and their names did not appear on the list at the shipping offices, and none of the books belonging to the ship itself were ever recovered."
"Perhaps they are on the wreck!" cried Jack, struck by a sudden idea.
"No, the wreck was searched from