It was Tusitala's, and again he saw the road dug to last for ever, in the white light of the tropic skies.

He sat with his head on his hand a moment, and then, slowly reaching for his check-book filled out a blank, signed it, and sealed it in an envelope.
Pushing it toward his astonished collector, he said: "Here, Miller, take that down to Wiggins, and tell him I said to pick up himself and family, and go down to the seashore for a couple of weeks.

It will put them all on their feet again to get out of that place into the salt air, and, wait a minute, Miller,"-- as the collector moved off,--"take him a receipt for two months' rent." Miller walked away, speechless with astonishment, but he had found his tongue by the time he got back.

He went into the private office, hat in hand, and waited patiently until Mr.Forbes looked up.
"Well ?" "Wiggins says to tell you, sir, that he will write to you to-morrow, but if you'll excuse me, sir, for meddling in what is none of my business, I'd like you to know before then what a little heaven on earth you have made in that tenement-house.

Wiggins was so weak he could hardly sit up, and he cried for pure joy, at the thought of getting away.