bering the one great law which God has given us to write upon our hearts, 'Do unto others as ye would that others should do unto you.'"
"Humph!"
Guly stood in silence, looking up into the hard, pale face beside him.
"I have been thinking of you to-day, Gulian, something for your advancement. You have served me faithfully, and I wish to do something for you."
"You have already done for me much, very much."
"And you have never presumed upon it. I would do more. Do you think you could love me?"
"Love you, Mr. Delancey?"
"Even so; I am loveless and childless in my old age; be to me a son, I will strive to be to you a father."
The merchant opened his arms, and Guly for the first time felt himself held to that proud heart with a cordial grasp of affection.
"Be to me a son," continued Mr. Delancey, "and all my wealth, all that I possess, shall be yours. I am old, and want some one to love me; some one to miss me when I am gone. Do you consent?"