"Oh, Jim, are you _sure_ there is nothing worse that he is likely to
teach him? My father has a great deal of money just now, I--I hope
that--"
"Why, Nora, you need not think he stole it," said Jim hurriedly, and
with a somewhat confused look; "he got it in the regular way from the
Insurance Company, and I couldn't say that there's anything absolutely
wrong in the business; but--"
The young sailor stopped short and sighed deeply. Nora's countenance
became still more pale, and she cast down her eyes, but spoke not a word
for some moments.
"You _must_ bring the boy to me, Jim," she resumed, with a sudden start.
"He may be in danger here, but there is almost certain ruin before him
if he is left to fall back into his old way of life."
We need not trouble the reader with a detailed account of the means by
which Jim Welton accomplished his object. Love prevailed--as it always
did, always does, and always will--and ere many days had passed Billy
Towler was once more a member of the drunkard's family, with the sweet
presence of Nora ever near him, like an angel's wing overshadowing and
protecting him from evil.