He sold his books in order to continue his credit at the Palace bar, and once or twice, unable to proceed to his own dwelling, spent the night in a lumber yard, piloted thither by the hardier veteran, Wilkerson.
The morning after the editor took him home, Fisbee appeared at the "Herald" office in a new hat and a decent suit of black.

He had received his salary in advance, his books had been repurchased, and he had become the reportorial staff of the "Carlow County Herald"; also, he was to write various treatises for the paper.

For the first few evenings, when he started home from the office, his chief walked with him, chatting heartily, until they had passed the Palace bar.

But Fisbee's redemption was complete.
The old man had a daughter.

When she came to Plattville, he told her what the editor of the "Herald" had done for him.
The journalist kept steadily at his work; and, as time went on, the bitterness his predecessor's swindle had left him passed away.