Mrs. Estabrook turned pale. She had never expected it would come to this. She thought no one would ever be able to trace the suppressed letter to her. She was not likely again to obtain so comfortable and desirable a position. Instead of attributing her ill fortune to her own malice and evil doing, she chose to attribute it to Grant. “I am to thank you for this, Grant Thornton,” she said, in sudden passion. “I was right in hating you as soon as I first saw you. If ever I am able I will pay you up for this.” “I don't doubt it, Mrs. Estabrook,” said Grant, quietly, “but I don't think you will have it in your power.” She did not deign to answer, but hurried out of the room. In half an hour she had left the house. “Now I can breathe freely,” said the broker. “That woman was so full of malice and spite that it made me uncomfortable to feel that she was in the house.” “I am so glad that she has gone, papa,” said Herbert. That evening, after Herbert had gone to bed, Mr. Reynolds invited Grant into his library. “My boy,” he said, “I have settled accounts with Mrs. Estabrook; now I want to settle with you.” “Not in the same way, I hope, sir,” said Grant. “Yes, in the same way, according to your deserts. You have done me a service, that which none can be greater. You have been instrumental in restoring to me my only son.” “I don't want any reward for that, sir.” “Perhaps not; but I owe it to myself to see that this service is acknowledged. I shall raise your salary to fifteen dollars a week.” “Thank you, sir,” said Grant, joyfully. “How glad my mother will be.” “When you tell her this, you may also tell her that I have deposited on your account in the Bowery Savings Bank the sum of five thousand dollars.” “This is too much, Mr. Reynolds,” said Grant, quite overwhelmed. “Why, I shall feel like a man of fortune.” “So you will be in time, if you continue as faithful to business as in the past.” “It seems to me like a dream,” said Grant. “I will give you a week's leave of absence to visit your parents, and tell them of your good fortune.” CHAPTER XL -- CONCLUSION There were anxious hearts in the parsonage at Colebrook. For some weeks the minister had shown signs of overwork. His appetite had failed, and he seemed weary and worn. “He needs change,” said the doctor. “A run over to Europe would do him good. He has no disease; he only wants change.” “A trip to Europe,” said Mr. Thornton, shaking his head. “It is impossible. It has been the dream of my life, but a country minister could not, in half a dozen years, save money enough for that.” “If your brother Godfrey would lend you the money, Grant might, in time, help you to pay it.” Godfrey never had forgiven Grant for running counter to his plans. “I wish I could spare the money myself, Mr. Thornton,” said the doctor. “Five hundred dollars would be sufficient, and it would make a new man of you.”