But when he reached him, he was too much out of breath to speak. He could only hold out the paper pointing to the advertisement.
Mr. Monks gazed a moment into the sparkling eyes before him, then turned to the paper, gave a joyful start, and clasped the boy's hands warmly in his own.
"It's all right, you see," he exclaimed. "May I take the paper? I'll go and get it to-day. I'm going to the city, you know."
"Yes, sir; and I was so afraid I should be too late to find you. Oh, I'm so thankful! May will get better right away."
"You must tell Mrs. Monks all about it.'
"I had rather not, sir, till you come home. I had rather tell nobody but May."
"Well, good-bye, then, take care of Ida till I come back."
Notwithstanding, it was the Sabbath, several of the scholars noticed that outside of Mr. Monks' black vest, a chain and seals were exhibited in a most conspicuous manner.
"He has made Frank Jocelyn give it up," whispered Sophia Lane to her companion, Maggie.
"But Frank doesn't look one bit like a thief," was answered in the same tone. "See him now. I never saw him look half so handsome; and how lovingly May glances in his face. I wish I had such a handsome brother. I believe I should be as proud of him as she is."