"'There, my boy,' said the gentleman, 'it is growing very cold. We live only a short way from here. I shall lead my horse, and you must follow on. Supper is waiting for us; and after we have been refreshed by a cup of hot coffee and something substantial, I shall insist on being allowed to prove my thankfulness in some way or other.' "This kindness, George had neither the strength nor the will to refuse. "Following on, he soon reached with them, the house of Dr. Perry. Such a supper the famished boy had not seen since his parents' death, and he did full justice to it. "The doctor's delicate kindness and cordial manner so won the boy, that during the evening he told him his whole story, of his hard struggles and dreadful temptation, and ended by producing the pocketbook, and asking the doctor's advice as to the manner of restoring it. "His kind friend suggested that there might be some clew to be found inside as to whom it belonged. "Opening it, George carefully examined every part, and sure enough, found a card with the probable name and address of the owner. "'Now, my boy, it is too late to-night, but in the morning you can go find the place, inquire for the lady, and then ask "if her husband left last night in the train for ----." If he did, then you may know you have found the right person. Now about yourself, your future. What are your ideas?' "'Oh! sir, if I could only earn enough to support me and get into the City Academy, I should be the happiest boy alive. But it is so hard to get a permit. I know I am quite far enough advanced to be able to keep up with the boys. I could live on bread alone to be able to acquire knowledge,' said the boy, with great earnestness. "'I am thankful, my young friend, I can now find a way to serve you. I am one of the directors of that institution. You shall be entered, and obtain all the advantages it offers. "'I see you are a proud boy and must feel that you are earning your living. Come here to me every morning before, and after school has closed in the afternoons. I wish you to take care of my office, and keep my things in perfect order for me. What say you to this, and then getting your meals with us?' "Oh! what joy was in that hitherto sorrowful heart. "Words could not express it; but clasping the doctor's hands, he pressed them to his heart, and pointed upward. "His friend knew how grateful he was, and how very happy he had made him. "Oh! had not God heard his prayer and speedily answered it. Mercy! how freely, how bountifully, it was bestowed on him. "At last the words burst from his lips: 'Oh, God! I thank Thee.' "Early the following morn the pocketbook was restored; everything save the miniature. This he kept, yet all the while feeling keenly that he was guilty of a theft. Yet in this he did not feel that God was offended. And often as he gazed at his little 'guardian angel,' as he called her, he would say, smilingly: