"Very good; and he has been remarkably lucky. Folks say he has made over a hundred thousand dollars digging and trading."
"Indeed! I am so glad!"
"I suppose you don't remember me, do you?" asked the stranger.
The widow looked at him sharply.
"You have got such a sight of hair on your face, that I declare I do not," said the widow, laughing.
"You don't?"
The gentleman spoke these words in a different tone of voice—so different that the widow started back in astonishment.
"Have I altered so much, mother?"
"George! O George!" exclaimed the widow, as she folded her lost son in her arms.
They both wept in each other's embrace.