restored, and friends all around you."

"How can that be?" said Harry; "there is only my word and character
as evidence of my honesty. I cannot go back to the old place--never,
never, Mother. What shall I do? Better die than live disgraced."

"Have no fear, Harry; I have none. I am sure all will be well, and
your honesty proved. So go to sleep, as the surgeon directed. Have
faith; you have shown courage." His mother smoothed the clothes over
him, and gently stroked his hand, and he was silent, and fell
asleep.

Presently, the surgeon looked in. He was a kind-hearted man, and
knew their story. He said softly, "When the boy wakes I have some
news for him that will do him more good than I can."

Harry, who was just waking, started and exclaimed, "What news? tell
me this minute! is the money found?"

"Come, Mr. Gunpowder, keep quiet, if you please, or you'll not hear
any thing from me."

"Yes, yes; I am as quiet as a lamb, only be quick. Tell me the
news."

"Well, here are two letters that a great six foot chap has brought,
not for your lambship, Mr. Harry, but for your good mother, who
takes things like a rational being."

He gave the letters to the mother and left the tent, saying with a