"Not till the officers come. I don't intend to make any more blunders." "You have wound me up completely," said he, bitterly, as he glanced towards the city. "I suppose I must take things as they come." "Your mother accuses me of running away with her property. How could that be if she gave you an order for the package?" I inquired. "I dare say you will get at the whole truth in due time. It is not necessary for me to say anything more." And he did not say anything more. He was in pain bodily; but I am sure his sufferings mentally were infinitely more intense. As I looked at him, reclining on his couch, I could not help thinking that his mother was even more to blame for his misfortunes than he was himself. Instead of filling his mind with Christian principles, she had fed him with the dry husks of worldly wisdom. She had taught him to get money; that it was shrewd and praiseworthy to overreach and deceive. His father had died when he was young, and his mother had had the whole training of him. Before God, she was responsible, though her neglect and her errors could not excuse him. I thanked God anew, as I looked at him, for the Christian teachings of Mr. Gracewood, who had implanted in my soul a true principle. The officers came, and Mr. Whippleton was relieved of his bonds, and permitted to stand up. He could not walk at first, and had to be assisted to the carriage. I was careful to have his travelling bag placed in the care of the officers. I had locked it up in the cabin when I obtained possession of the yacht, for I knew that its contents would go far towards indemnifying his partner for his losses. At my request, the officers took the prisoner to Mr. Collingsby's house. Marian and I went in one carriage, while the officers, with Mr. Whippleton, occupied the other. "I tremble when I think of meeting my father," said my fair companion. "You need not. He will be too glad to see you safe and sound to find any fault with you." "I have been very imprudent." "I know you have; but you meant no wrong. You are fortunate to be able to return as you are, for Mr. Waterford is a bankrupt, and a mere adventurer." "My father was right." "Fathers are almost always right," I replied, as the carriage stopped before the house. I found that Marian was trembling violently when I helped her out. We were admitted to the library. Mrs. Collingsby was up, but her husband had not risen yet. The fond mother folded her lost daughter in her arms, and they wept together. "Let me call your father," said she, leaving the room hastily. "You will have a glad welcome from both of your parents, Marian," I added. "My mother will not reproach me," said she, as Mrs. Collingsby returned. "Where have you been?" inquired the anxious mother, as she took the hand of her weeping daughter. "I was deceived, mother." "But where is Mr. Waterford?" "I don't know; I have not seen him since day before yesterday."