When Paul returned to his old home, he found a great change in old Jerry. He was better in health, though still feeble, but his mind seemed more at rest. Mrs. Hogan was sick, and his daughter in law, Ellen Barclay, was in attendance upon him. To Paul’s increased surprise the two children, Jimmy and Mary, were in the room, and seemed on very good terms with their grandfather. “You didn’t expect to see me here, Paul,” said Mrs. Barclay. “No, but I am glad to find you here,” said the telegraph boy, cordially. “Mrs. Hogan has been sick with a fever, and it was necessary that some one should take her place. So I came.” “But it must be inconvenient for you to come over from Jersey City every day.” “I have left Jersey City, and occupy an apartment upstairs.” “How does old Jerry--Mr. Barclay--look upon you?” “We are very good friends. I am more used to nursing than Mrs. Hogan, and I make him comfortable.” “I thought he might be prejudiced against you on account of your husband.” “He was at first, but we have talked freely about him, and he finds that I, too, am in fear of him. So we have made common cause and he trusts me.” “I am very glad of it,” said, Paul, earnestly. “It is as it should be; I don’t think Jerry can live long, and you and your children ought to get the benefit of his money.” “You are a good boy, Number 91. I misjudged you at first. I thought you were plotting for the old man’s money, and so, I am sure, did my husband.” “You don’t think so now?” “No, I know you better.” “It is strange,” said Paul, smiling, “but out in the country, where I have spent the last few weeks, I was suspected of plotting for the property of an old lady by whom I was employed. The housekeeper was very much exercised in mind, and tried to fasten a charge of theft upon me.” “I hope she was not believed.” “No; Mrs. Granville knew me better.” “I wish the lady you mention would leave you something, Paul.” “I don’t trouble myself with such thoughts. I have good friends, and I am sure that I shall prosper if I keep my health.” “No one deserves success better.” “Thank you, Mrs. Barclay. I value your good opinion.” This conversation took place in the entry. Just then the feeble voice of Jerry was heard, calling “Ellen.” His daughter in law hastened to the bedside of the old man, and attended to his wants. Paul followed her into the room. Five minutes later a heavy step was heard on the stairs, and the door was opened; all turned to see who was the visitor. The old man uttered a cry of alarm. His eyes were on the door, and he was the first to recognize the intruder. “James!” he cried. “You’re right, father,” said James Barclay, gruffly; “I’m glad you welcome me so warmly.” CHAPTER XXXVI. JAMES BARCLAY REAPPEARS. “Go away! Go away!” ejaculated the old man in terrified accents.