sely by Ann and Gwilym. The bent head and subdued
appearance of the old man went straight to the sailor's warm, impulsive
heart. With a single step he was at his father's side, taking his arm
and linking it in his own.

"Who is it?" said Ebben Owens, his eyes blinded by tears and the
darkening twilight.

"Gethin it is, father bach! come home to ask your forgiveness for all
his foolish ways, and to stick to you and to old Garthowen for ever and
ever."

"Is it Gethin?" asked the old man, in a tone of awed astonishment; "is
it Gethin indeed? Then God has forgiven me. I said to myself: 'When I
see my boy Gethin at home again, then will I believe that God has
forgiven me.' Now I will be happy though I'm turned out of the Sciet.
God will not turn me out of heaven, now that Gethin my son has forgiven
me. Hast heard all my bad ways, lad?"

"Yes," said Gethin, "and I will confess, father, it nearly broke my
heart. It made me feel there was no good in the world, if my old
father was not good. But when I heard how brave you were in telling
the whole world how you had fallen, and how you repented, my heart was
leaping for joy. 'Now there's a man,' says I to myself, 'a man worth
calling my father!' Any man may fall before temptation, but 'tisn't
every man is brave enough to confess his sins before the world!"

Arm was already hanging on her brother's arm and pressing it
occasionally to her side.

"Oh, Gethin!" she said, "Garthowen has been sad and sorrowful, but
to-night it seems as if you had brought back all the sunshine. There's
happy we'll be now."

"'Tisn't my doing," said her brother, "'tis Sara Lloyd who has done it
all. God bless her! She came all the way to Cardiff to fetch me home.
And where is she to-night? I thought she and Morva would surely be at
chapel."

"She has kept away for my sake, I think," said his father. "They call
her Sara ''spridion,' and they mean no good by it, but I think 'tis a
good name for her, whatever, for I believe the good spirits are always
around her, helping her and blessing her just as she is always helping
and blessing everybody around her."

"To be sure they are," said Gethin; "I always knew it from a little
boy. Whether living or dying 'twould be well to be in Sara's shoes!"

When they reached the old farmyard, and passed under the elder tree
where the fowls and turkeys were already roosting in rows on the
branches, little Gwil bounded out to meet them, Gwilym M