"Mr. North, do you remember the day you gave me that lift?"
"Of course I do, Master Jesse," he answered, looking at the boy's bright, happy face as he stood near him. Then he glanced around the beautiful room, to which the handsomely dressed figure seemed so well adapted.
"Well," said Jesse, "you remember how you told me what valentines meant?"
"Now you speak of it, I believe I do."
"Don't you think I got mine?" the boy continued, gently. "And it was you who brought it to me, after all."
They did not speak for a moment; then the good-hearted man said, quietly: "No, my boy; it was you doing your duty. Instead of seeking to be revenged on that poor woman, who's in her grave now, you did what was right, and God sent you your valentine."
And Jesse, happy in his aunt's home, seeing his old friends often, cheering many lives, and being grateful for his blessings, brings new happiness and comfort to others with every year. And the sunshine of the present has put far into the past the night he left the lonely farm-house unconsciously carrying his first valentine.