we were rich
enough they might stay with us all the time."

"When Frank comes here I will talk over his affairs with him," said Mr.
Pomeroy. "Perhaps we can think of some plan for him."

"I wish you could, father."

"In the meantime, you can invite him and Grace to come and stay with us
a week, or a fortnight. Shall we say a fortnight, wife?"

"With all my heart."

"All right, father. Thank you."

Sam delivered the invitation in a way that showed how strongly his own
feelings were enlisted in favor of its acceptance. Frank grasped his
hand.

"Thank you, Sam, you are a true friend," he said.

"I hadn't begun to think of what we were to do, Grace and I."

"You'll come, won't you?"

"You are sure that it won't trouble your mother, Sam?"

"She is anxious to have you come."

"Then I'll come. I haven't formed any plans yet, but I must as soon--as
soon as mother is buried. I think I can earn my living somehow. One
thing I am determined about--I won't go to the poorhouse."

The funeral was over. Frank and Grace walked back to the little house,
now their home no longer. They were to pack up a little bundle of
clothes and go over to Mr. Pomeroy's in time for supper.

When Frank had made up his bundle, urged by some impulse, he opened a
drawer in his mother's bureau. His mind was full of the story she had
told him, and he thought it just possible that he might find something
to throw additional light upon his past history. While exploring the
contents of the drawer he came to a letter directed to him in his
mother's well-known handwriting. He opened it hastily, and with a
feeling of solemnity, read as follows:

"My Dear Frank: In the lower drawer, wrapped in a piece of brown paper,
you will find two gold eagles, worth twenty dollars. You will need them
when I am gone. Use them for Grace and yourself. I saved these for my
children. Take them, Frank, for I have nothing else to give you. The
furniture will pay the debt I owe Deacon Pinkerton. There ought to be
something over, but I think he will take all. I wish I had more to leave
you, dear Frank, but the God of the Fatherless will watch over you--to
Him I commit you and Grace.

"Your affectionate mother,

"RUTH FOWLER."

Frank, following the instructions of the letter, found the gold pieces
and put them carefully into his pocketbook. He did not mention the
letter to Grace at present, for he knew not but Deacon Pinkerton might
lay claim to the money to s