y in a very weak condition when the child was
three weeks old, declaring that she was going to her friends. Puir,
bonnie, loving Bessie; that was the last I ever heard o' my wife and
bairn."

Mysie had left the room, and as she returnee with a little bundle
Andrew was anxiously asking, "What was the lassie's maiden name,
Davie?"

"Bessie Dunbar, father."

"Then this is a wun'erful day; we are blessed and twice blessed, for I
found your wife and bairn, Davie, just where John Sugden found you,
'mang the Druids' stanes; and the lad has my ain honest name and is
weel worthy o' it."

"See here, Davie," and Mysie tenderly touched the poor faded dress and
shawl, and laid the wedding-ring in his palm. As she spoke wee Andrew
came across the yard, walking slowly, reading as he walked. "Look at
him, Davie! He's a bonnie lad, and a gude are; and oh, my ain dear
lad, he has had a' things that thy youth wanted."

It pleased the old man no little that, in spite of his father's loving
greeting, wee Andrew stole away to his side.

"You see, Davie," he urged in apology, "he's mair at hame like wi'
me."

And then he drew the child to him, and let his whole heart go out now,
without check or reproach, to "Davie's bairn."

"But you have not finished your story, Mr. Cargill," said John, and
David sighed as he answered,

"There is naething by the ordinar in it. I went back to the warks I
had got a footing in, the Glencart Iron Warks, and gradually won my
way to the topmost rungs o' the ladder. I am head buyer now, hae a
gude share i' the concern, and i' money matters there's plenty folk
waur off than David Cargill. When I put my father's forgiveness, my
mither's love, and my Bessie's bonnie lad to the lave, I may weel say
that 'they are weel guided that God guides.' A week ago I went into
the editor's room o' the Glasgow Herald,' and the man no being in I
lifted a paper and saw in it my father's message to me. It's sma'
credit that I left a' and answered it."

"What paper, Mr. Cargill, what paper?"

"They ca' it 'The Watchman.' I hae it in my pocket."

"I thought so," said John triumphantly. "It's a grand paper; every one
ought to have it."

"It is welcome evermore in my house," said Davie.

"It means weel, it means weel," said Andrew, with a great stretch of
charity, "but I dinna approve o' its doctrines at a', and--"

"It found David for you, Andrew."

"Ay, ay, God uses a' kinds o' instruments. 'The Watchman' isna as