e have been speaking, not very far from here, but in a much
better neighborhood. He brought Andy around this morning to let him
enjoy the day, and has come for him, no doubt, and taken him home."

"Give me the street and number, if you please, Mr. Paulding," said Mr.
Dinneford, with much repressed excitement. "We will go there at once,"
he added, turning to his daughter.

Edith's face had become pale, and her father felt her hand tremble as
she laid it on his arm.

At this moment a man came up hurriedly to Mrs. Paulding, and said, with
manifest concern,

"Have you seen Andy, ma'am? I've been looking all over, but can't find
him."

"He was here a little while ago," answered the missionary's wife. "We
were just speaking of him. I thought you'd taken him home."

"Mr. Hall!" said Edith's father, in a tone of glad recognition,
extending his hand at the same time.

"Mr. Dinneford!" The two men stood looking at each other, with shut lips
and faces marked by intense feeling, each grasping tightly the other's
hand.

"It is going to be well with you once more, my dear old friend!" said
Mr. Dinneford.

"God being my helper, yes!" was the firm reply. "He has taken my feet
out of the miry clay and set them on firm ground, and I have promised
him that they shall not go down into the pit again. But Andy! I must
look for him."

And he was turning away.

"I saw Andy a little while ago," now spoke up a woman who had come in
from the street and heard the last remark.

"Where?" asked Mr. Hall.

"A girl had him, and she was going up Briar street on the run, fairly
dragging Andy after her. She looked like Pinky Swett, and I do believe
it was her. She's been in prison, you know but I guess her time's up."

Mr. Hall stopped to hear no more, but ran down stairs and up the street,
going in the direction said to have been taken by the woman. Edith sat
down, white and faint.

"Pinky Swett!" exclaimed Mrs. Paulding. "Why, that's the girl who had
the child you were looking after a long time ago, Mr. Dinneford."

"Yes; I remember the name, and no doubt this is the very child she had
in her possession at that time. Are you sure she has been in prison
for the last two years?" and Mr. Dinneford turned to the woman who had
mentioned her name.

"Oh yes, Sir; I remember all about it," answered the woman. "She stole a
man's pocket-book, and got two years for it."

"You know her?"

"Oh yes, indeed! And she's a bad one, I can tell yo