“My poor boy,” said Uncle Daniel, softly, as he stroked Toby's refractory red hair, “my love for you was greater than I knew, and when you left me I cried aloud to the Lord as if it had been my own flesh and blood that had gone afar from me. Stay here, Toby, my son, and help to support this poor old body as it goes down into the dark valley of the shadow of death; and then, in the bright light of that glorious future, Uncle Daniel will wait to go with you into the presence of Him who is ever a father to the fatherless.” And in Uncle Daniel's kindly care we may safely leave Toby Tyler. THE END