Mine poor Tite--he com'd home t' mine house.

Tar pees no more shorrow now in mine house." The old man was overcome with joy.

The idol of the house was home again, and true happiness reigned under that little roof.
"You ton't go away no more, mine Tite," he continued, patting him on the shoulder and pressing his hand.
Angeline heard Tite's voice and came rushing into the room frantic with joy.

"Thank God! thank God!" she exclaimed.

"He has brought our boy safe back to us." And she embraced him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him again and again.
"And I am so glad to get back to you, mother," he replied, returning her affection, and pressing her to his breast fondly.