For he's very good to me when he's not in liquor, which is seldom for a man.

Please do forgive me for pity's sake, and for Christ's sake, if I'm worthy to use his name, and do take care of my little girl till I come home to you both on Friday, From your now dutiful daughter, "POOR SUSAN." The tears rolled fast down old Oliver's cheeks as he read this letter through twice, speaking the words half aloud to himself.

Why! this was his own little grandchild, then--his very own! And no doubt Susan had christened her Dorothy, after her own mother, his dear wife, who had died so many years ago.

Dolly was the short for Dorothy, and in early times he had often called his wife by that name.

He had turned his gas off and lighted a candle, and now he took it up and went to the bedside to look at his new treasure.