The boy started off at a rapid pace, and broke into a run as he reached the brow of the hill, while Bachelor Billy unwillingly resumed his seat, and watched the retreating form of the lad until it was swallowed up in the darkness.

Ralph thought that the night air was very sweet, and he slackened his pace at the foot of the hill, in order to enjoy breathing it.

He was passing along a street lined with pretty, suburban dwellings.  Out from one yard floated the rich perfume of some early flowering shrub.  The delicious odor lingered in the air along the whole length of the block, and Ralph pleased his fancy by saying that it was following him.

Farther on there was a little family group gathered on the porch, parents and children, talking and laughing, but gently as became the day.  Very happy they seemed, very peaceful, untroubled and content.  It was beautiful, Ralph thought, very beautiful, this picture of home, but he was no longer envious, his heart did not now grow bitter nor his eyes fill full with tears.  His own exceeding hope was too great for that to-night, his own home joys too near and dear.

Still farther on there was music.  He could look into the lighted parlor and see the peaceful faces of those who stood or sat there.  A girl was at the piano playing; a young, fair girl with a face like the faces of the pictured angels.  They were all singing, a familiar sacred song, and the words came floating out so sweetly to the boy’s ears that he stopped to listen:—­

  “O Paradise!  O Paradise! 
    Who doth not crave for rest? 
  Who would not seek the happy land,
    Where they that loved are blest;
  Where loyal hearts and true
    Stand ever in the light,
  All rapture through and through,
    In God’s most holy sight?”

Oh, it was all so beautiful! so peaceful! so calm and holy!

Ralph tried to think, as he started on, whether there was anything that he could have, or see, or do, that would increase his happiness.  But there was nothing in the whole world now, nothing more, he said to himself, that he could think to ask for.

  “Where loyal hearts and true,
  Stand ever in the light.”

The words came faintly from the distance to his ears as the music died away, the gentle wind brought perfumed air from out the shadows of the night to touch his face.  The quiet stars looked down in peace upon him, the heart that beat within his breast was full with hope, with happiness, with calm content.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE PURCHASE OF A LIE.

Lawyer Sharpman sat in his office on Sunday evening, meditating on his success in the Burnham suit and planning to avert the dangers that still lay in his path.