So, with a hand-shake that said what no words could say, the brothers parted, and Davie made haste to catch the next up-town car. He thought they never had traveled so slowly; he was half inclined several times to get out and run home. When he arrived there the little kitchen was dark, but there was a fire in the stove and wee Davie--his namesake--was sitting, half crying, before it. The child lifted his little sorrowful face to his grandfather's, and tried to smile as he made room for him in the warmest place. "What's the matter, Davie?" "I have had a bad day, grandfather. I did not sell my papers, and Jack Dacey gave me a beating besides; and--and I really do think my toes are frozen off." Then Davie pulled the lad on to his knee, and whispered "Oh, my wee man, you shall sell no more papers. You shall have braw new clothes, and go to school every day of your life. Whist! yonder comes mammy." Sallie came in with a worried look, which changed to one of reproach when she saw Davie. "Oh, father, how could you stay abroad this way? Sandy is fair daft about you, and is gone to the police stations, and I don't know where--" Then she stopped, for Davie had come toward her, and there was such a new, strange look on his face that it terrified her, and she could only say: "Father! father! what is it?" "It is good news, Sallie. My brother Sandy is come, and he has just given me fifteen thousand dollars; and there is a ten-dollar bill, dear lass, for we'll have a grand supper to-night, please God." By and by they heard poor Sandy's weary footsteps on the stair, and Sallie said: "Not a word, children. Let grandfather tell your father." Davie went to meet him, and, before he spoke, Sandy saw, as Sallie had seen, that his father's countenance was changed, and that something wonderful had happened. "What is the matter, father?" "Fifteen thousand dollars is the matter, my boy; and peace and comfort and plenty, and decent clothes and school for the children, and a happy home for us all in some nice country place." When Sandy heard this he kissed his father, and then covering his face with his hands, sobbed out: "Thank God! thank God!" It was late that night before either the children or the elders could go to sleep. Davie told them first of the farm that Sandy and he were going to buy together, and then he said to his son: "Now, my dear lad, what think you is best for Sallie and the children?" "You say, father, that the village where you are going is likely to grow fast." "It is sure to grow. Two lines of railroad will pass through it in a month." "Then I would like to open a carpenter's shop there. There will soon be work enough; and we will rent some nice little cottage, and the children can go to school, and it will be a new life for us all. I have often dreamed of such a chance, but I never believed it would come true."