bed you at this hour; but there's a gentleman here would like
to see you--an' I'm sure you'd like to see him."

The old man opened the door at the sound of Bright's voice, and stood
gazing at the visitors with an air of bewilderment. "You prings me goot
news, eh, Bright?" he enquired. "Yes, I am shure you prings me shome
news ash ish goot."

"Father, father," said Tite, advancing with his right hand extended,
"you don't know me?"

"Ton't know mine own Tite? Mine poor poy Tite!" exclaimed the old man in
a paroxysm of joy. "Yes I does." And he raised his hands, and threw his
arms around Tite's neck, and wept for joy. "Ton't know mine own Tite,"
he repeated, raising his head and looking up in Tite's face, "yes I
does. Yes, I shay mine Tite will cum home; an' he cums home--and mine
poor old heart he pees sho glat. Yes, he pees you, mine Tite. You prings
shoy into mine house. Mine poor Tite--he com'd home t' mine house. Tar
pees no more shorrow now in mine house." The old man was overcome with
joy. The idol of the house was home again, and true happiness reigned
under that little roof.

"You ton't go away no more, mine Tite," he continued, patting him on the
shoulder and pressing his hand.

Angeline heard Tite's voice and came rushing into the room frantic with
joy. "Thank God! thank God!" she exclaimed. "He has brought our boy safe
back to us." And she embraced him, threw her arms around his neck, and
kissed him again and again.

"And I am so glad to get back to you, mother," he replied, returning her
affection, and pressing her to his breast fondly. "It is so good to be
in my old home, where I can receive your blessings, and be good to you."

And Angeline looked up in his face with such a sweet smile, as she
patted him on the shoulder, and their tears mingled in the sweetest of
joy as she invoked God's blessing on his head. Truly, God had heard
their prayer, had blessed them, and had again made their little home
bright with joy.

"I wish Chapman could look in here now," said Bright, "there'd be a
lesson for him on what happiness is worth." And he shook Tite by the
hand, told him to remember that his house was always open to him, and
left for the night.

Even the old dog seemed anxious to join in welcoming the young gentleman
back, for he would look up affectionately in his face, draw his body
close to his feet, and lay his huge paw on his knee.

And now a fire was lighted, and Angeline prepared supper for Tite,