"Oh indeed, father," she hurried to say, "I am sure Mr. Burlock was not
intoxicated half the time others thought he was. He seemed so sad always
and would sit on a bench, just thinking of his child perhaps, when
people called him 'drunk'!" and the girl's eyes flashed indignantly at
the thought.

"Well, well, daughter; you were right in showing charity. Yes, charity
is the love of God and our neighbor, and it was that love that led you
to take the hand of that sick and discouraged man. Ralph told me how you
brought him into the Bugle office that afternoon, and how that was the
beginning of a new life to Burlock for he never tasted strong drink
after that day."

"It was because I was like his own daughter or he thought I was, that he
listened to me," said Dorothy, not wanting to claim all the praise her
father so prudently gave.

"At any rate you have the joy of knowing, daughter, that you helped a
fellow creature find the right path. That joy will never leave you."

For a few moments the two sat there in silence. Dorothy had been favored
with many opportunities of "distinguishing herself" as Tavia would say,
but this last--the real joy of helping a man save himself--this as the
major said, would never leave her.

"And all this trouble about the Ford girl?" inquired the major
presently, "has that been settled?"

"Oh, yes, indeed it has," answered Dorothy, scarcely knowing what
explanation to make. "Sarah is very hasty, and of course you know how