FRANK'S RETURN HOME.
"For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found."
AS they gradually approached their native land, Frank asked, "Do you think father and mother will be at the wharf to meet me?"
The Captain was silent. He was not at all certain that they had received the letters sent by a vessel five days out from Calcutta. He knew the moment they reached the shore, in case his friends were not there to receive him, the ardent boy would wish to fly to their embrace. He determined, if this were so, to accompany the lad at once, as it would involve but a few hours absence from his ship, which he could consign to the care of his mate.
It happened as he had feared. Amidst the crowd assembled at the wharf, Frank searched in vain for one familiar face. Sympathizing in his disappointment, Captain Monroe at once ordered a carriage to convey him to Mr. Greyson's residence, which, as I have stated, was only a few miles from the city. On the way, he endeavored to impress upon the mind of the excited youth that his parents might not have heard of his rescue; and therefore that extreme caution was necessary in imparting such joyful tidings.
Frank could not realize the danger, but acquiesced in the suggestion of his friend.
It was just at dusk when the carriage drove slowly into the yard. His heart bounded with joy. He could scarcely contain himself. He must scream or do something to relieve his over-burdened feelings. Meantime Captain Monroe had alighted, rung the bell, and was presently admitted within the door.
Frank cautiously put aside the curtain and peeped out, saying to himself, "They wouldn't shut the door so quickly if they knew who was here!"
The family had just assembled for tea, and Captain Monroe, knowing that Frank could not be trusted to remain long in the carriage, proceeded, in rather a blunt manner, to inquire for his friend Captain Taylor.
"He has gone to sea again," replied Mrs. Greyson, in a sad tone.