thewson won him a comfortable seat in the chair car, and he had a sound, refreshing nap by the time the 10.15 rolled into Stanley Junction.
Griscom had this run, but Ralph did not make his presence known to his sturdy engineer friend. He left the train at a crossing near home, and was soon seated at the kitchen table doing ample justice to a meal hurriedly prepared for him by his delighted mother.
Almost her first solicitous inquiry was for Van.
"Van is well and happy, mother," Ralph answered. "Grateful, too. And, mother, he remembers 'the dear lady who sung the sweet songs.'"
"Ralph, do you mean," exclaimed Mrs. Fairbanks tremulously—"do you mean his mind has come back to him?"
"Yes, mother."
"Oh, God be praised!" murmured the widow, the tears of joy streaming down her beaming face, lifted in humble thankfulness to heaven.
Then Ralph hurriedly went over the details and results of his trip with Van Sherwin.
Later he spent half an hour at a careful toilet, and just as the town clock announced the noon hour Ralph walked into the law office of Jerome Black.
Mr. Black was a well-known attorney of Stan-
