"He wrote to me from Newcastle three months ago, and I replied to his letter. I supposed that you had heard all about it before this time." "We have not heard the least thing from you since you left," said his father; "and they have been seven very long and painful months." "How painful, Benjamin, you can never know," added his mother. "Sometimes it has seemed as if my old heart would break with grief; but I have tried to cast my burden on the Lord. If you had staid at home and died, my sorrow could not have been so great." "Let it end now," replied Benjamin, with a smile, "for I am here again." "Yes, I thank my God, for 'this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.'" And his mother came almost as near to death with joy, as she had been before with sorrow. They sat down together, when Benjamin rehearsed his experience since leaving Boston, not omitting to state the cause of his sudden departure, and the reason of his return. And then he put the letter of Governor Keith into his father's hand. "How is James? I suppose he is at the printing office? I must go to see him." Benjamin's words and tone of speech indicated only good will towards his brother. "I am glad to hear you say that, Benjamin. It has grieved me terribly that he should treat you so unbrotherly; I do hope that you will now be reconciled to each other." His mother spoke with much feeling. "I trust we shall; I am ready to forgive and forget. I have learned a good lesson from experience since leaving Boston." So saying, he started for the printing office, not knowing what sort of a reception awaited him there He hoped for the best, however. "James!" He extended his hand as he spoke. James would not have been more astonished over one who rose from the dead, but he took his hand in a cold, reserved sort of a way, merely saying: "Benjamin!" After surveying him from head to foot a few moments, he turned back to his work again, without another word. The act pierced Benjamin's heart, it was so unkind and cruel. But soon he rose above the situation, and seemed to say, by actions, "I can stand it if you can." The journeymen were delighted to see him. Leaving their work, they pressed around him with a whole catechism of questions. "Where have you been, Ben?" "In Philadelphia." "What kind of a place is it?" "It is a fine place; I like it better than Boston." "Going back?" "Yes; very soon, too. No place like that for the printing business." "Good pay?" "Yes, better pay than in Boston." "How large is the place?" "Seven thousand inhabitants; smaller than Boston, but smarter." "What kind of money do you have there?" There was no established currency in the country at that time, and paper money only was used in Boston. His interrogator wanted to know what they used in Philadelphia.