nd a little carriage of some kind for yourself and the children."

"I shall soon have all these pleasant things at my finger ends. O John!"

"But you must have a good farmer to look after the cattle and horses,
the meadowland and the grain-land and also the garden and orchard must
be attended to. Oh, I can see how busy and happy you will all be! And,
Lucy, you must use all your influence to get Harry out of London."

"Harry will go gladly, but how can he be employed? He will soon be weary
of doing nothing."

"I have thought of that. What is your advice on this subject, Lucy?"

"He is tired of painting, and he has let his musical business fall away
a great deal lately. He does not keep in practice and in touch with the
men of his profession. He has been talking to me about writing a novel.
I am sure he has all the material he wants. Do not smile, John. It might
be a good thing even if it was a failure. It would keep him at home."

"So it would, Lucy. And Harry always liked a farm. He loves the land. He
used to trouble mother meddling in the management of Hatton until he got
plainly told to mind his own business."

"Well, then, John, we will let him manage Yoden land, and encourage him
to write a book, and he need not give up his music. He has always been
prominent in the Leeds musical festivals and Mr. Sullivan insists on
Harry's solo wherever he leads."

"You are right, Lucy. In Hatton Harry used to direct all our musical
entertainments and he liked to do so. Men and women will be delighted to
have him back."

"And he was the idol of the athletic club. I have heard him talk about
that very often. O John, I can see Harry's salvation. I have been very
anxious, but I knew it would come. I will work joyfully with you in
every way to help it forward."

"You have been having a hard time I fear, Lucy."

"Outwardly it was sometimes hard, but there was always that wonderful
inner path to happiness--you know it, John."

"And you never lost your confidence in God?"

"If I had, I should have come to you. Did I ever do so? No, I waited
until God sent you to me. When I first went to Him about this anxiety,
He made me a promise. God keeps his promises."

"Now I am going to look for Harry."

"Do you know where he is?"

"I know where the house he frequents is."

"Suppose they will not let you see him?"

"I am going to Scotland Yard first."

"Why?"

"For a constable to go with me."

"You will be kind to Harry?"