Chapter XI: Jacobi

When Jacobi entered his room, he found a letter lying on the table near his bed. He recognised the handwriting as that of Judge Frank, and quickly opened it. A bank-note of considerable value fell out; and the letter contained the following words:

"You are indebted to several persons in the city, Jacobi, with
whom I wish, for your own sake, that you should have as little to
do as possible. Within, you will find the means of satisfying
their demands. Receive it as from a paternal friend, who sincerely
wishes you to regard him as such, and who embraces with pleasure
an opportunity of making an acknowledgment to the friend and
instructor of his children. To the preserver of my child I shall
always remain indebted; but should you desire anything, or need
anything, do not apply to any other than

"Your friend, E. Frank."

"He! and he, too!" exclaimed Jacobi, deeply agitated. "Oh, the kind, noble, excellent man! And I--I shall, I will become worthy of him! From this day I am a new man!"

He pressed the letter to his breast, and looked up to the star-lighted heaven with silent but fervent vows.