who had fostered these qualities. He
remembered the eloquence of his son's face when Harry expressed the wish
that he might know Julia, and a vague admiration and respect were being
born in the broker's heart for the deserted woman who had worked with
hand and brain for her child--his grandchild was the way he put it--with
such results as he saw.

Some perception of what Harry's sensations must have been during the
last six months came to him as he sat there with the little girl's arm
about him. Harry had come home and discovered his child, his Jewel. A
frown gathered on the broker's brow as he realized the hours of vain
regret his son must have suffered for those lost years of the child's
life.

"Served him right, served him perfectly right!"

"What grandpa?"

The question made Mr. Evringham aware that the indignant words had been
muttered above his breath.

"I was thinking of your father," he replied. "Has he learned these
things that your mother has taught you?"

"Oh yes," with soft eagerness; "father is learning everything." Jewel
saw her grandfather's frown and she lowered her voice almost to a
whisper. "Don't feel sorry about father, grandpa. He says he's the
happiest man in the world. Mother didn't find out about God till after
father had gone to California, or he wouldn't have gone; and for a long
time she didn't know where he was, and I was only beginning to walk
around, so I couldn't help her; but when I got bigger I had father's
picture, and we used to talk to it every day, and at last mother knew
that Divine Love would bring father back; and pretty soon he began
to write to her, and he said he couldn't come home because he felt so
sorry, and he was going to the war. So then mother and I prayed a great
deal every day, and we knew father would be taken care of. And then
mother kept writing to him not to be sorry, because error was nothing
and the child of God could always have his right place, and everything
like that, and at last the war was over and he came home." Jewel paused.

Mr. Evringham wondered what she was seeing with that far-away look.

Presently she turned to him with the smile of irresistible
sweetness--Harry's smile--and a surprising fullness came in the broker's
throat. "Father's just splendid," she finished.

Her grandfather was not wholly pleased with the verdict. He had gained a
taste for incense himself.

"He has been at home over six months, I believe," he returned.

"Yes, al