When Prentice died, his widow and her oldest daughter, Eloise, were forced to find comfort in the little fund that he left for their support. Donald, the widow's stepson, sensitive to the fact that his rough clothes and plodding ways were not agreeable to them, left to become a wanderer, and little Helen, the younger daughter, crept away to her darkened room and cried, but Donald did not know this. He joined an animal-hunting expedition and became lost in the African wilds. One day he found his way blocked by a lion. His gun wounded the charging beast, and the second bullet laid it low. Later a leopard, resenting the human intrusion, leaped upon him before he could draw his weapon. A terrible struggle ensued in which the man finally choked the snarling, raging beast into insensibility with his bare hands. Then a great wave of pity surged through Donald's heart. He took the animal to his hut, nursed it back to health, and thereafter they were daily companions in the hunt. During his absence a smooth stranger induced Mrs. Prentice to invest all her funds in a crazy project. Then Donald returned, and through a peculiar and dramatic manner made the adventurer refund the money to Mrs. Prentice. The stepmother and her daughter were delighted to have the luxuries of life again, so much so that they forgot to welcome Donald as a member of the family after he had saved them, and he again turned his back upon the old home, and was about to wander away, heavy-hearted and alone. It was then that he heard a soft voice calling his name, and he turned to see Helen with outstretched arms. "Are you going to leave me again?" she asked with a sob. Amazed, but delighted that his secret love for her was reciprocated, Donald took her in his arms and then they turned and walked away together down the long road to happiness.