"Some day I'll bring her to you and we'll make her a queen here in the old home.

I'll be a better son now and not run away from home again.

I've given the dear old mother many a heartache, but that's all past now.

The wanderer has come home.

Kiss me good-night, mother." Betty looked down with tear-blurred eyes on the haggard face.
Unconsciously she had been running her fingers through the fair hair that lay so damp over his brow.