Now, always we know, and not forget! not forget!" The baby woke and stirred.

The tiny hand was outstretched and touched its father's hand, and a thrill ran through him from head to foot, softening the hard grain, melting, changing the fibre of his being.
The husk that in those lonely hours in the forest had been loosened, broken, now fell away from him, and a new man knelt by the white bed, silent, gazing from child to wife with eyes more eloquent than any words could be.

The baby's hand rested in his, and Marie laid her own over it; and Abby Rock rose and went away, closing the door softly after her.
THE END..