The artist turned to his friends with questioning eyes; “Mr. Howitt said it would come.  Is he—­is he well?”

Mrs. Matthews answered softly, “Dad left us while the surveyors were at work.  He sleeps yonder.”  She pointed to Dewey Bald.

Then they went into the library, where the large picture was unveiled.  When the artist saw it, he exclaimed, “Mad Howard’s lost masterpiece!  How—­where did you find it?”

“It was Father Howitt’s request that I tell you the story,” Sammy replied.

And then she told the artist a part of that which I have set down here.

The end.