As the years went on, my sorrow only deepened, and an intense longing arose in my heart for the friendship of the brother who had been so much to me for so many years.
I wrote to him, Caradoc--a humble, penitent letter, beseeching his forgiveness even as a man begs for his life.

He has never answered my letter.

I know he is alive and thriving, as he writes sometimes to Dr.
Hughes; but to me he has never sent a message or even acknowledged my letter, and I thirst for his forgiveness--I cannot die without it.
"I have long cherished the thought that when you came to man's estate I would send you to him.

I would send the best of earthly treasure that I possess--my only son--to plead for me, to explain for me, and to bring back his love and forgiveness.

Now, Cardo, will you go ?" "I will, father," said Cardo, rising and placing his hand in his father's.
"And can you think over what I have told you and still retain a little love and pity for your old father ?" "Father, I feel nothing but the deepest sorrow and pity for you both--father and mother.