ane, that I am not afraid of having to work, or afraid of starving; you
must therefore go to Mrs Burden's and look after her children, I am
sure that they will love you, and then you will be happy. It is the
knowing that some one loves us that makes us happy, Jane. I know that
you love me, and that makes me happy now."

"Ah, Master Owen, there is One who loves you ten thousand times more
than I can do, and if you will always obey Him, you will never cease to
be happy too. Master often used to say that to us, you mind. Ah! if
you think of his sayings--and he spoke the truth out of the Book--it
will be a blessing to you."

"Thank you, Jane, for reminding me," answered Owen, his countenance
brightening. "I do, I do; I will try ever to do so."

"That's right, Master Owen, that's right," said Jane; "it makes me very
glad to hear you say that."

The shades of evening were coming on; they warned Jane that she ought to
be on her way. Unwillingly she told Owen that she must be going. He
accompanied her to the gate, for she could not bring herself to go in
and say good-bye to the farmer's family. "They will know that it was
from no want of respect," said Jane. "God bless you, Master Owen, God
bless you."

Owen looked after her until she was lost to sight at the end of the
lane. It was some time before he could command himself sufficiently to
go back into the house.

CHAPTER TWO.

David Rowe had been a week in London engaged in the search for Owen's
relatives. At last a letter came from him, desiring that the trap might
be sent over to Reston, as he would be down, God willing, by the coach
that day.

His arrival was eagerly looked for by all at Fenside Farm. David's
laconic letter had not mentioned anything to satisfy their curiosity.

"Well, lad, what news?" exclaimed the farmer, as David stood while his
mother and sister Sarah assisted him off with his great-coat. "Have you
found out friends likely to help young Owen?"

"As to that I cannot exactly say," answered David; "I have discovered a
relative who ought to help him--the identical Simon Fluke who gave the
book to Susan Walford. Simon Fluke must be the boy's cousin, although
removed a couple of degrees; but that should make no difference if Simon
had any affection for his cousin, for the boy is certainly her only
surviving descendant."

"But have you had any communication with Simon Fluke?" inquired the
farmer.

"No, I thought that would be