Bless that loyal little soul ! There was something to live for after all -- there was a motive to make the struggle worthwhile . He must justify his son 's faith in him ; he must strive to make himself worthy of this sweet , pure , unselfish love that was offered to him , as a divine draught is offered to the parched lips of a man perishing from thirst . Aye , and , God helping him , he would . He would redeem the past . He would go west , but under his own name . His little son should go with him ; he would work hard ; he would pay back the money he had embezzled , as much of it as he could , if it took the rest of his life to do so . For his boy 's sake he must cleanse his name from the dishonour he had brought on it . Oh , thank God , there was somebody to care , somebody to love him , somebody to believe him when he said humbly , `` I repent . '' Under his breath he said , looking heavenward : `` God be merciful to me , a sinner . '' Then he stood up erectly , went through the gate and over the grass to the motionless little figure with its face buried in its arms . `` Joey boy , '' he said huskily . `` Joey boy . '' Joey sprang to his feet with tears still glistening in his eyes . He saw before him a bent , grey-headed man looking at him lovingly and wistfully . Joey knew who it was -- the father he had never seen . With a glad cry of welcome he sprang into the outstretched arms of the man whom his love had already won back to God . The Schoolmaster 's Letters At sunset the schoolmaster went up to his room to write a letter to her . He always wrote to her at the same time -- when the red wave of the sunset , flaming over the sea , surged in at the little curtainless window and flowed over the pages he wrote on . The light was rose-red and imperial and spiritual , like his love for her , and seemed almost to dye the words of the letters in its own splendid hues -- the letters to her which she never was to see , whose words her eyes never were to read , and whose love and golden fancy and rainbow dreams never were to be so much as known by her .
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