d most degraded of his children. Will you give him your
special care?"

"It is the work I am here to do," answered the missionary. "The Master
came to seek and to save that which was lost, and I am his humble
follower."

"The child will have to be provided for," said Mr. Graham. "It cannot,
of course, be left with him. It needs a woman's care."

"It will not do to separate them," returned the missionary. "As you
remarked just now, God sent him this little child to touch his heart and
lead him back from the wilderness in which he has strayed. His safety
depends on the touch of that hand. So long as he feels its clasp and its
pull, he will walk in the new way wherein God is setting his feet. No,
no; the child must be left with him--at least for the present. We will
take care of it while he is at work during the day, and at night it can
sleep in his arms, a protecting angel."

"What kind of a place does he live in?" asked Mr. Graham.

"A dog might dwell there in comfort, but not a man," replied the
missionary.

Mr. Graham gave him money: "Provide a decent room. If more is required,
let me know."

He then went away, taking Mr. Hall with him.

"You will find the little one here when you come back," said Mr.
Paulding as he saw the anxious, questioning look that was cast toward
Andy.

Clothed and in his right mind, but in no condition for work, was Andrew
Hall. Mr. Graham soon noticed, as he walked by his side, that he was in
a very nervous condition.

"What had you for breakfast this morning" he asked, the right thought
coming into his mind.

"Not much. Some bread and a dried sausage."

"Oh dear! that will never do! You must have something more nutritious--a
good beefsteak and a cup of coffee to steady your nerves. Come."

And in a few minutes they were in an eating-house. When they came out,
Hall was a different man. Mr. Graham then took him to his store and set
him to work to arrange and file a number of letters and papers, which
occupied him for several hours. He saw that he had a good dinner and at
five o'clock gave him a couple of dollars for his day's work, aid after
many kind words of advice and assurance told him to come back in the
morning, and he would find something else for him to do.

Swiftly as his feet would carry him, Andrew Hall made his way to the
Briar street mission. He did not at first know the clean, handsome child
that lifted his large brown eyes to his face as he came in, nor did the