Love was beating back into his heart--love for this homeless wanderer, whose coming had supplied the lost links in the chain which bound him to the past and called up memories that had slept almost the sleep of death for years.

Good resolutions began forming in his mind.
"It may be," he said to himself as new and better impressions than he had known for a long time began to crowd upon him, "that God has led this baby here." The thought sent a strange thrill to his soul.

He trembled with excess of feeling.

He had once been a religious man; and with the old instinct of dependence on God, he clasped his hands together with a sudden, desperate energy, and looking up, cried, in a half-despairing, half-trustful voice, "Lord, help me!" No earnest cry like that ever goes up without an instant answer in the gift of divine strength.

The man felt it in a stronger purpose and a quickening hope.