THE VAULT
"Heaven awards the vengeance due."
COWPER.
The weary days had begun to lengthen before the door of the hall was flung open, and little Phil, forgetting his bow at the door, rushed in, "Here's a big packet from foreign parts! Harry had to pay ever so much for it."
"I have wellnigh left off hoping," sighed the poor mother. "Tell me the worst at once."
"No fear, my lady," said her husband. "Thank God! 'Tis our son's hand."
There was the silence for a moment of intense relief, and then the little boy was called to cut the silk and break the seals.
Joy ineffable! There were three letters--for Master Philip Archfield, for Mistress Anne Jacobina Woodford, and for Sir Philip himself. The old gentleman glanced over it, caught the words 'better,' and 'coming home,' then failed to re
