He got up and approached his little boy.  The child was looking as beautiful as such a lovely creature would look in his sleep.  Warden went on his knees to watch him more earnestly.  Yes; the golden-brown eyelashes, the tangled mass of bright hair, the full pouting lips, the rounded limbs, made up a picture which might well cause any father's heart to beat with love and pride; and doubtless there was much of both in Warden's soul just then.  He gazed long and earnestly.  Before he rose to his feet he even bent and kissed the little flushed cheek.