"Tom! Tom! You have been to the old shop!"
"Yes, and I'm bound to have the old place, and——"
"Oh, Tom!"
And she threw her arms around his neck, and pressed a kiss upon his lips.
"Nellie, darling, wait a little, and you shall have the old Tom back again."
"Oh, I have him now! God bless you, my husband!"
It was a banquet, that supper—with the bright angels of peace, and love, and joy, spreading their wings over the board.
On the following Monday morning, Tom resumed his place at the head of the great machine-shop, and those who thoroughly knew him had no fear of his going back into the slough of joylessness.
A few days later, Tom met Peter Tindar on the street.