weakly, arousing from his stupor an hour later.
"You are at my home," said Frank, coming to the side of the comfortable bed where the sufferer lay.
"Oh, no! no!" panted Purnell. "Let m.e hide my head with shame—let me die. In your home—under the roof of the people I ruined—robbed! Heaven have pity on me!"
"Don't think about that," said Frank soothingly. "We have tried to make you comfortable. In the morning we will get a doctor."
"Not a doctor, boy, no, but a lawyer," spoke Purnell in broken tones. "Boy, the meanest thing I ever did was to rob your mother of her fortune. Let the last thing I can do on earth be to give it back to her."
Frank remained by the side of the sufferer until early morning. Then Bob Haven came with a telegram from Stet.
"Hurrah! Markham is found!" cried Frank, reading the message. "Stet found him in a coal mine. He was a prisoner."
"Good for Stet!" said Bob.
"Just what I say. Markham is coming here. Bob, the skies are clearing, it would seem."
"I am glad of it, Frank."
The news about Markham was indeed true. He
