The old gentleman's face glowed with pleasure as he looked at Gordon and found how he had developed.
Life appeared to be reopening for him also in his son.
"I will give you a letter to an old friend of mine, John Templeton.

He has a church in New York.

But it is not one of the fashionable ones; for "'Unpractised he to fawn or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour: Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise.' "You will find him a safe adviser.

You will call also and pay my respects to Mr.and Mrs.Wentworth." On his way, owing to a break in the railroad, Keith had to change his train at a small town not far from New York.

Among the passengers was an old lady, simply and quaintly dressed, who had taken the train somewhere near Philadelphia.