'I am glad to see this spirit in you, sir. Frank will be worthy of all you may do for him.'
'It is not for his sake that I will do it,' replied Hallet, his voice tremulous with emotion; 'it is that I may have the forgiveness of the one I—I—' He said no more, but leaning his head on his hand, he wept!
If there is joy among the angels over one that repents, was there not, then, forgiveness in her heart for him?
No one spoke for some minutes; then David rose, and handing me one of the papers, laid the other before Hallet.
'This appears right,' I said, after reading it over carefully.
'Yes,' replied Hallet, taking up a pen and signing the other. Passing it to me, he added: 'Keep them both—take them now.'
'But Frank may not wish to come.'
'Then I will find some other way of helping him. He is my son! Take the papers.'
'Well, as you say,' I replied. 'David, please to witness this.'
Hallet pressed me to pass the night at his house, but I declined, and rode out to Cambridge with the old bookkeeper. With many injunctions to watch carefully over Frank, I left him about twelve o'clock, rode into town with Cragin, and the next morning started for New York.