"Mother, I must do something, and that right quickly." It was Frank Newton who was talking. His voice was composed, but determined. His face was calm, but there was a resolute look in his eyes. It told that under the surface some unusual emotion was stirring Frank. "I don't see how you can do any more than you are doing now," responded his mother with an anxious sigh. "Of course it seems hard to get along with so little when we have been used to having so much. But, oh, Frank, when I think of what was once-you away, I knew not where, and my heart breaking to find out-I am grateful and happy, and so very proud of you, my dear, dear boy." Frank's lip quivered at the fervent words spoken. They inspired him with their eloquence. His hand trembled as it rested on his mother's arm gently and lovingly.