trembled as it rested on his mother's arm gently and lovingly.
"It's worth everything to have you talk that way, mother," he said in quite a husky voice, "and kind words and good opinion just makes me the more resolved to better things."
"Don't be ungrateful or complaining, my boy."
"It's never that, mother."
"And don't be too ambitious, or too reckless. We have a roof to shield us and food to eat, thanks to your busy endeavors. The lawyer gives us hopes that we may recover something from the wreck of our lost fortune. I don't know of any better outlook for the present, than to wait patiently and see what turns up in the way of an improvement in affairs."
Frank shook his head, and paced up and down the floor of the best room of the cozy little cottage that was their present home.
"It's no use, mother," he said finally. "The lost fortune is a dream, a bubble. We may just as well get down to that. Mr. Beach, the lawyer, gives us hopes, but they are not based on much. At the same time, he takes his fees. We can't stand that any longer. I told him so, yesterday. I don't believe there is the least show in the world for our claim. I am sure that Mr. Beach shares
