The Golden Rose by Fred M. White — Read

At first Lethbridge did not appear to grasp the question. He was too much upset by the inspector's message to think of anything else. He still cherished feelings of respect and affection for the old man who had treated him so badly. There came back to him now, as always at such times, recollection of the earlier days when Jasper Payn had been more than a father to him, and before he had come under the spell of the gambling spirit which had led to his downfall. For Jasper Payn's experiments had been gambling pure and simple. He had wasted his time and money in a series of hazardous adventures which had never promised to repay the care and attention laid out upon them.

And yet when everything looked at its worst, Fortune had chosen to throw to Jasper Payn the happiness for which he had striven so hard. The old man's early kindnesses and attentions came back to Lethbridge and flashed before his eyes one by one like so many streaks of lightning.