"
"I don't agree with you," replied the other, "because no one would have
thought of it except _that_ youngster."
"Tim," added the father, placing his hand affectionately on his head,
"I am proud of you."
And the little fellow blushed and replied:
"I'm glad I happened to think of it in time, but it _was_ rather close,
wasn't it?"
"It couldn't have been more so, and but for you boat and cargo would
have been a dead loss, and more than likely some of us would have lost
our lives."
That night at the supper table, Mr. Hunter remarked with a meaning
smile:
"Maggie, the Hunter family contains a fool and a genius, I'm not the
genius and 'Mit' isn't the fool."
"Father, you are not just to yourself," the boy hastened to say; "I
have done wrong in not appreciating your kindness or indulgence, and I
have resolved to do my best to please you. I think I have some talent
for composition and invention, but I can use it just as well, without
neglecting the quarries and stone works, and if you will permit, I
shall give you all the help I can in the business with the hope that
some day, which I pray may be far distant, I shall become your
successor."
Tears filled the eyes of all, as the parent, rising from his chair,
placed his hand on the head of Tim and said, in a tremulous voice:
"God bless you, my son!"
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