West would not have have died as he did. I have had him upon my mind a
good bit lately."

Surely Captain Monk was wonderfully changing! And he was leaning heavily
upon Harry's arm.

"Are you tired, uncle? Would you like to sit down on this bench and
rest?"

"No, I'm not tired. It's West I'm thinking about. He lies on my mind
sadly. And I never did anything for the wife or child to atone to them!
It's too late now--and has been this many a year."

Harry Carradyne's heart began to beat a little. Should he say what he
had been hoping to say sometime? He might never have a better
opportunity than this.

"Uncle Godfrey," he spoke in low tones, "would you--would you like to
see Mr. West's daughter? His wife has been dead a long while; but--would
you like to see her--Alice?"

"Ay," fervently spoke the old man. "If she be in the land of the living,
bring her to me. I'll tell her how sorry I am, and how I would undo the
past if I could. And I'll ask her if she'll be to me as a daughter."

So then Harry Carradyne told him all. It was Alice West who was already
under his roof, and who, fate and fortune permitting, _Heaven_
permitting, would sometime be Alice Carradyne.

Down sat Captain Monk on a bench of his own accord. Tears rose to his