“What kind of a place does he live in?” asked Mr. Graham.

“A dog might dwell there in comfort, but not a man,” replied the missionary.

Mr. Graham gave him money:  “Provide a decent room.  If more is required, let me know.”

He then went away, taking Mr. Hall with him.

“You will find the little one here when you come back,” said Mr. Paulding as he saw the anxious, questioning look that was cast toward Andy.

Clothed and in his right mind, but in no condition for work, was Andrew Hall.  Mr. Graham soon noticed, as he walked by his side, that he was in a very nervous condition.

“What had you for breakfast this morning” he asked, the right thought coming into his mind.

“Not much.  Some bread and a dried sausage.”

“Oh dear! that will never do!  You must have something more nutritious—­a good beefsteak and a cup of coffee to steady your nerves.  Come.”

And in a few minutes they were in an eating-house.  When they came out, Hall was a different man.  Mr. Graham then took him to his store and set him to work to arrange and file a number of letters and papers, which occupied him for several hours.  He saw that he had a good dinner and at five o’clock gave him a couple of dollars for his day’s work, aid after many kind words of advice and assurance told him to come back in the morning, and he would find something else for him to do.

Swiftly as his feet would carry him, Andrew Hall made his way to the Briar street mission.  He did not at first know the clean, handsome child that lifted his large brown eyes to his face as he came in, nor did the child know him until he spoke.  Then a cry of pleasure broke from the baby’s lips, and he ran to the arms reached out to clasp him.

“We’ll go home now,” he said, as if anxious to regain possession of the child.

“Not back to Grubb’s court,” was answered by Mr. Paulding.  “If you are going to be a new man, you must have a new and better home, and I’ve found one for you just a little way from here.  It’s a nice clean room, and I’ll take you there.  The rent is six dollars a month, but you can easily pay that when you get fairly to work.”

The room was in the second story of a small house, better kept than most of its neighbors, and contained a comfortable bed, with other needed furniture, scanty, but clean and good.  It was to Mr. Hall like the chamber of a prince compared with what he had known for a long time; and as he looked around him and comprehended something of the blessed change that was coming over his life, tears filled his eyes.

“Bring Andy around in the morning,” said the missionary as he turned to go.  “Mrs. Paulding will take good care of him.”

That night, after undressing the child and putting on him the clean night-gown which good Mrs. Paulding had not forgotten, he said,

“And now Andy will say his prayers.”