"Oh," said Tode, "I couldn't sleep. The eyes of the Lord, you know, were looking at me, and I tumbled about, and thought maybe it wasn't right, and pretty soon I knew it wasn't, and then I asked the Lord Jesus to forgive me, and I didn't feel much better; and then I got up and thought I'd burn the mean thing up in the candle, and then I thought I musn't, 'cause it wasn't mine; and by that time I hated it, and didn't want it to be mine; and then after awhile I thought I ought to bring it to you, but I didn't want to, but I thought I ought to, and there 'tis." Mr. Stephens watched the glowing face of his visitor during this recital, and said nothing. After he finished said nothing--only suddenly at last: "Where do you live, my boy?" "I live at one of the hotels--no, I don't, I don't live no where. I did till to-night, and to-night I sleep there, and after that I don't belong nowhere." "Have you been employed in a hotel?" "Yes, sir." "Why do you leave?" "'Cause I can't be putting bottles to my neighbors any longer. You know what Habakkuk says about that, I suppose?" Tode was ignorant, you see. He made the strange mistake of supposing that every educated man was familiar with the Bible. Again Mr. Stephens said nothing. Presently, with a little tremble to his voice, he asked another question: "Have you given yourself to the Lord Jesus, my boy?" "Yes, sir," Tode answered, simply. "That is good. Do you know I think you have pleased him to-night? You have done what you could to right the wrong, and done it for his sake." And now Tode's eye shone with pleasure. After a moment's silence he asked: "What are you going to do with me, sir?" "Do with you? I am going to be much obliged to you for returning my property." "Yes, but I didn't do it straight off, and at first I meant to keep it." "Which was bad, decidedly, and I don't think you will do it again. Can you write?" "Yes, sir," Tode answered him, proudly. "You may write your name on that card for me." Tode obeyed with alacrity, and wrote in capitals, because he had a dim notion that capitals belonged especially to names: T O D E M A L L. "What are you going to do for a living after this?" further questioned Mr. Stephens, thoughtfully fingering the ten dollar bill. "Going to keep a hotel of my own." "Oh, you are? In what part of the town?" "Don't know. Down by the depot somewhere, I reckon." Mr. Stephens folded the ten dollar bill and put it in his pocket. Tode rose to go. "Now, my friend," said Mr. Stephens, "shall you and I kneel down and thank the Lord Jesus for the care which he has had over you to-night, and for the help which he has given you?"