e had he ever seen that same tenderness
in Harry's eyes? What had he not missed?

"Harry, may I make a suggestion?" he asked almost apologetically. The
young fellow turned his head in respectful attention: "Put St. George in
my carriage--it is much more comfortable--and let me drive him home--my
eyes are quite good in the daytime, after I get used to the light, and
I am still able to take the road. Then put your servant and mine in the
hack with St. George's and your own luggage."

"Capital idea!" cried Harry enthusiastically "I never thought of it!
Attention company! Eyes to the front, Mr. Temple! You'll now remain on
waiting orders until I give you permission to move, and as this may take
some time--please hold on to him, father, until I get his chair" (they
were already out on the landing--on the very plank where Harry had
passed the night) "you'll go back to your quarters... Here sir, these
are your quarters," and Harry dragged the chair into position with his
foot. "Down with you... that's it... and you will stay here until the
baggage and hospital train arrives, when you'll occupy a front seat in
the van--and there will be no grumbling or lagging behind of any kind,
remember, or you'll get ten days in the calaboose!"

Pawson was on the curbstone, his face shining, his semaphore arms and
legs in action, his eyes searching the distance, when the two vehicles
came in sight. He had heard the day boat was very late, and as there
had been a heavy fog over night, did not worry about the delay in their
arrival.

What troubled him more was the change in Mr. Temple's appearance. He had
gone away ruddy, erect, full of vigor and health, and here he was being
helped out of the carriage, pale, shriveled, his eyes deep set in his
head. His voice, though, was still strong if his legs were shaky, and
there seemed also to be no diminution in the flow of his spirits. Wesley
had kept that part of him intact whatever changes the climate had made.

"Ah, Pawson--glad to see you!" the invalid called gaily extending
his hand as soon as he stood erect on the sidewalk. "Back again, you
see--these old derelicts bob up once in a while when you least expect
them." And he wrung his hand heartily. "So the vultures, it seems, have
not turned up yet and made their roost in my nest. Most kind of you to
stay home and give up your business to meet me! You know Colonel Talbot
Rutter, of Moorlands, I presume, and Mr. Harry Rutter--Of course you d