"What have I done?" he muttered. "I wanted to be thought a saint. Not being one, I acted the hypocrite. Now, here I am, maimed, afflicted, weighed down with grief."
He reached his home—a wreck.
A few days afterwards, poor Tom's body was buried in the churchyard.
From that day, life at the "Prenoms" was completely changed.
Mr. Soher examined himself and his surroundings.
He saw that he was drifting towards bankruptcy. He resolved—he did more—he went to work, to try and avert the catastrophe. He succeeded in all that he undertook, for he worked with a will.
His lost son was not brought back to life, neither was the land which he had sold redeemed, but he managed to supply his wants and those of his family, besides putting something by for a rainy day.