e early spring days in New Yorkthe most beautiful the world over； not even in Italy can one find better skiesalways affected him in this way。 There was a strength…giving quality in the ozone； a brilliancy in the sunshine； and a tempered coolness in the air to be found nowhere else。 There was； too； a certain picturesqueness in the sky…line of the housesa sky…line fringed with jets of white steam from the escape…pipes of numerous fires below； which appealed to his artistic sense。 These curling plumes that waved so triumphantly in the sparkling morning light； or stirred by the wind； flapped like milk…white signal flags； breaking at last into tatters and shreds； blurring the edges of chimney and cornice； were a constant source of delight to the young painter。 He would often stop to watch their movements； and as often determine to paint them at the first opportunity。 They seemed to express to him something of the happy freedom of one released from pent…up toil； a freedom longed for in his own heart； and which had rarely been his since those blessed days under Moose Hillock； when he and Margaret roamed the woods together。
Still a third cause of rejoicingand this sent a flutter around his heartwas the near prospect of meeting his dear old father； whom he had not seen for months； not since his last visit home； and whose long years of struggle and waiting seemed now to be so nearly ended。
With these last joyous thoughts filling his mind； he stepped quickly through the corridor of the hotel； approached the desk； and had just given the names of his father and Nathan to the clerk； when a man behind the counter interrupted him with：
〃Just arrived。 Got in this morning。 There they are by the window。〃
Two quaint…looking old gentlemen were gazing out upon the rush of Broadwaytwo old gentlemen so unusual that even the habitues of the place； those who sat tilted back all day chipping the arms of their chairs with their pen…knives； or sipping countless toddies and juleps； were still staring at them in undisguised astonishment。 Oneit was Nathanwore a queer hat； bushy； white hair； and long； pen…wiper cloak： it was the same cloak； or another just like it； the same； no doubt； few new clothes had been bought during the war。 And the otherand this was his own dear fatherwore a buff waistcoat； high white silk scarf； and brown frock coat； with velvet collar。 Neither of them were every…day sights around the corridors of the New York Hotel： even among a collection of human oddities representing every State in the South。
〃We thought it best to take the night train； my son；〃 said Richard； starting up at Oliver's caressing touchhe had put both hands on his father's shoulders。 〃You got your dear mother's letter of course。 Oh； I'm so glad to see you！ Sit down here alongside of us。 How well you are looking； my son；〃 and he patted him lovingly on the arm。 〃What a whirl it all is！ Nathan and I have been here for hours； we arrived at six o'clock。 Did you ever see anything like it？ The people never seem to stop coming。 Ah！ this is the place for you； my boy。 Everything is so alive； so full of purpose； so intense； so delightful and inspiring to me。 And such a change in the years since I was here。〃
He had brought the motor with him。 It lay at the moment in a square box inside the office…railing。 Not the big one which he had just perfectedthat one was at home under the window in the old shop； in the back yard in Kennedy Squarebut a smaller working model made of pine wood； with glass…tumblers for jars and imitation magnets wrapped round with thread instead of wirethe whole unintelligible to the layman； but perfectly clear to the scientist。 He had with him； too； packed in a small carpet…bag； which lay within reach of his hand； all the patents which had been granted him as the work progressedbesides a huge bundle of papers； such as legal documents； notices from the scientific journals； and other data connected with the great Horn Galvanic Motor； which was soon to revolutionize the motive power of the world。 Tucked away in his inside pocket； ready for instant use； was Amos Cobb's letter； introducing 〃the distinguished inventor； Mr。 Richard Horn； of Kennedy Square；〃 etc。； etc。； to the group of capitalists who were impatiently waiting his arrival； and who were to furnish the unlimited sums of money necessary in its developmentunlimited sums being ready for any scheme； no matter how chimerical； in the flush times through which the country was then passing。
〃I have succeeded at last； my boy； as I wrote you；〃 continued Richard； with glowing eyes。 〃Even that small motor at homethe one you knowthat one has a lifting power of a hundred pounds。 All that is necessary now is to increase the size of the batteries and the final result is assured。 Let me show you this〃and； oblivious of the many eyes fastened on him； he drew toward him the black carpet…bag and took out a sheet of paper covered with red and blue lines。 〃You see where the differences are。 And you see here〃and he pointed out the details with his thin white finger〃what I have done since I explained to you the new additions。 This drawing； when carried out； will result in a motor with a lifting capacity of ten tons。 Ah； Oliver； I cannot tell you what a great relief has come to me now that I know my life's work is crowned with success。〃
Nathan was quite as happy。 Richard was his sun… god。 When the light of hope and success flashed in the inventor's quiet； thoughtful face； Nathan basked in its warmth and was radiant in its glow。 He needed all the warmth he could get； poor old man。 The cold chill of the days of fear and pain and sorrow had well… nigh shrivelled him up； he showed it in every line of his body。 His shoulders were much more bent； his timid； pipe…stem legs the more shaky； the furrows about his face deeper； the thin nose more transparent。 All during the war he had literally lived in Richard。 The cry of the 〃extras〃 and the dull tramp of marching troops； and the rumbling of cars laden with army supplies had jarred on his sensitive ear as would discordant notes in a quartette。 Days at a time he would hide himself away in Richard's workshop； helping him with his bellows or glue…pot； or piling the coals on the fire of his forge。 The war； while it lasted； paralyzed some men to inactionNathan was one of them。
〃At last； Oliver； at last！〃 Nathan whispered to Oliver when Richard's head was turned for a moment。 〃Nothing now but plain sailing。 Ah！ it's a great day for dear Richard！ I couldn't sleep last night on the train for thinking of him。〃
As Oliver looked down into Nathan's eyes； glistening with hope and happiness； he wondered whether； after all these long years of waiting； his father's genius was really to be rewarded？ Was it the same old story of successone so often ending in defeat and gloom； he thought； or had the problem really been solved？ He knew that the machine had stood its initial test and had developed a certain lifting power； his father's word assured him of that； but would it continue to develop in proportion to its size？
He turned again toward Richard。 The dear face was a…light with a new certainty； the eyes brilliant； the smiles about the lips coming and going like summer clouds across the sun。 Such enthusiasm was not to be resisted。 A fresh hope rose in the son's heart。 Could this now almost assured success of his father's help him with Madge？ Would their long waiting come any nearer to being ended？ Would the sum of money realized be large enough to pay off the dreaded mortgage； and there still be enough for the dear home and its inmates？
He knew how large this hoped…for sum must be； and how closely his own and his mother's honor were involved in its cancellation。 Her letter had indeed stated the factsthis motor was now their only hope outside the work of his own brush。
Perhaps； after all； his lucky day had come。 The first gleam of light had been this order of Peter Fish's to paint his daughter； and now here； sitting beside him； was his father with a letter in his pocket addressed to Amos Cobb from one of the richest men in New York； who stood ready to pay a small fortune for the motor。 Then he thought of his mother。 What a delight it would be when she could be freed from the millstone that had hung around her neck for years。
He must go and tell Margaret and take his father and Nathan with him。 Yes； his lucky day HAD come。
Soon the two delighted and astonished old gentlemen； under Oliver's guidance； were making their way up Broadway ostensibly to see his picture at Snedecor's； but really to call upon the distinguished painter； Margaret Grant； whom everyone was talking about； both in New York and in Kennedy Square； for one of her pictures graced Miss Clendenning's boudoir at that very moment。 Our young Romeo had waited too many months for someone from Kennedy Square to see the woman he loved； and now that the arms of his father and Nathan were linked in his own； and their legs subject to his orders； he did not intend to let many precious minutes pass before he rang Margaret's studio bell。
When Snedecor's window was reached Richard stopped short in amazement。
〃Yours； Oliver！ Marvellous！ Marvellous！〃 Richard exclaimed； when the three had wedged their way into the crowd to see the better。 〃A fine strong picture； and a most superb looking woman。 Why； I had no idea！ Really！ Really〃and his voice trembled。 He was deeply touched。 The strength of the coloring； the masterly drawing； the admiring crowd about the window； greatly surprised him。 While he had been closeted with his invention； thinking only of its success and bending every energy for its completion； this boy of his had become a master。
〃I didn't do my full duty to you； my son；〃 he said； with a tone of sadness in his voice； when they had resumed their walk up Broadway。 〃You lost much time in finding your life's work。 I should have insisted years ago that you follow the trend of your genius。 Your dear mother was not willing and I let it go； but it was wrong。 From something she said to me the other night I feel sure she sees her mistake now； but I never mention it to her； and do you never let her know I told you。 Yes！ You started too late in life； my boy。〃
〃No； dear old daddy； I started just in the n