Part 33 (1/2)

Through some vagary of her brain, Mildred imagined she wanted to go to New York, and, as she had plenty of money, she bought a ticket for that city, the one to Seattle having been lost. Lieutenant Varley had helped her and, though he suspected something was wrong with the young lady the impression with him was not very strong until it was too late to be of a.s.sistance to her.

So, her ident.i.ty completely lost, Mildred started on her trip across the continent. What happened on that journey she never could recollect clearly. That she got on the Great Lakes and then went to Boston was established. The reason for that was that, as a child, she had lived there. This accounted for the toilet set her mother had given her, and for the recollection of the monument and the historic places.

Why she was attracted to moving pictures could only be guessed at, but she ”broke in,” and ”made good.” Her ability to ride was easily explained. Her father owned a big stock farm, and Mildred had ridden since a child. But all this, as well as other remembrances of her younger days, was lost after the injury to her head in the railroad accident. She retained but one strongly marked memory--the name of her doll, the name which she took for her own.

So, as a new personage, she came to Oak Farm, unable to think back more than four years, and totally without suspicion that she was the missing Mildred Pa.s.samore. That she was not recognized as the missing girl was not strange, since the search in the East had not been prosecuted as vigorously as it had been in the West.

Mr. and Mrs. Pa.s.samore, hearing that the train on which their daughter was traveling had been wrecked, hastened to Portland, but there they could find no trace of Mildred. Lieutenant Varley, who might have given a clue, had sailed for Europe the day after his meeting with Mildred.

Then began the search which lasted four years, and had now come to an end at Oak Farm.

”And to think that I have been two persons all this while!” exclaimed Mildred, when explanations had been made, and she was on the road to recovery. ”But what made my memory come back?”

”The same thing that took it from you,” explained Dr. Wherry. ”It was the blow you received on the head when you fell from your horse. There had been a pressure on your brain, from the railroad crash, and the fall from your horse relieved it, so you came to yourself.”

”Oh, I wonder if I could have taken Miss Dixon's ring in my second personality?” asked Mildred one day, when various happenings were being explained to her.

”No, you didn't!” exclaimed Alice. ”It was found down under the carpet, back of her bureau. A maid discovered it there when cleaning. And that snip of a Miss Dixon left without apologizing to you.”

”Oh, it doesn't matter, since I am not Estelle Brown, and my doll doesn't care what they say about her!” laughed Mildred. Miss Dixon and her friend had left Oak Farm to go back to New York, for their part in the pictures was finished for the time being.

”And to think that I really became a movie actress, after all!” laughed Estelle. ”I think I shall continue in it, Daddy! It must be fun, though I don't recollect anything about it.”

”No you sha'n't!” laughed Mr. Pa.s.samore. ”Your mother and I want you at home for a while.”

There is little more to tell.