Better drop in to-morrow, I may be able to handle it for you, after all." "I am sorry, sir, but it's not for sale," said Jack, trying to smother his glee.
"Why ?" demanded Breen bluntly.
"I have sold it to Mr.Robert Guthrie." "Guthrie! The devil you say!--When ?" "To-day.

The final papers are signed to-morrow.

Excuse me, I must catch my boat--" and away he went, his cup now brimming over, leaving Breen biting his lips and muttering to himself as he gazed after him.
"Guthrie!--My customer! Damn that boy--I might have known he would land on his feet." But Jack kept on home to his sweetheart, most of the way in the air.
Down in the little room all this time in the rear of the tailor's shop the two old men sat talking.

Peter kept nothing back; his lips quivering again and another unbidden tear peeping over the edge of his eyelid when he told of Jack's offer.
"A dear boy, Isaac--yes, a dear boy.

He never thinks with his head--only with his heart.