In a seat in the back of the church he saw the ex-convict, with one arm around his wife and the other around his daughter Jane: Sam looked smaller and more insignificant than ever, for his chin was resting on his breast and tears were chasing one another down his pale cheeks.

Dr.Guide hurried back to the altar-rail, and exclaimed, in his loudest and most impressive voice,--"Sing 'Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!'" THE END..