He was eagerly pressing his way through the crowd, when he felt a light touch upon his arm. Looking around, he saw a little fellow neatly and simply dressed, who held a note up to him. “Who sent it?” he asked, as he took it from the boy. “A gentleman with white hair,” he respectfully answered, and which was true, for Ralph had cunningly given the note to his uncle to send by the boy. With a beating heart Robert hastily tore it open, and read the following lines: “MY DEAR SON:— “I arrived to-day, but not in time to see you before the exercises commenced. Come to me at once, for my heart aches to welcome my long absent boy to my arms. Come quickly to your impatient father. “ROBERT ELLERTON. “The hotels are all full, so I have been obliged to take up with such accommodations as I can get. The bearer of the note will conduct you to me. R. E.” “When was this note given to you?” he asked again, turning to the boy, and with a joyous smile upon his fine face. “Just a few minutes since, sir.” “Which way did the gentleman go?” asked Robert, with a sharp glance over the boy. “I will show you, sir,” he replied, quickly dropping his eyes before Robert’s clear gaze. “What is your name?” pursued our hero, who did not like the youngster’s looks at all. “Hans Weichel, sir.” “What is your father’s name?” “Hans Weichel, sir?” Robert smiled at the boy’s concise replies, and said: “Well, we will not wait for this crowd to get out; we can go out through the chapel.” And turning, they went through another large room, then down some steps, and thus reached the street. The boy led Robert away from the town, down toward the sea, where there were several little cottages in which fishermen lived. They passed these and walked on some distance before Robert noticed where he was going, so deeply was he engaged in thought, wondering at his darling’s unexpected presence that day. At length, on looking up, he saw only the vast expanse of the sea upon one side of him, and on the other great, rocky cliffs, rising high against the sky in somber and majestic grandeur; while behind him, nearly half a mile distant, was the town, and the great buildings of the institute. Turning suddenly to his guide, he said, sternly: “Where are you leading me?” “We are most there,” answered the boy, somewhat confusedly. “Just beyond that clump of trees is the house.” “Are you sure the gentleman told you to come to this place?” pursued Robert, somewhat suspiciously. “Yes, sir; he said he did not like noise, and wanted to be where he could see the ocean, and be quiet,” replied young Hans, with evident truth.