Tom Healy. Silver haired and stoop shouldered, has served fifteen years, the victim of circumstantial evidence. He reads a letter from his wife; she has again petitioned the governor for his pardon. The warden summons him, the pardon has come; he is released. His first good deed is to separate two street urchins fighting and make them friends. Then comes a pathetic meeting at the unpretentious cottage where his faithful old wife has worked and waited for him so long. Joy mingles with tears as they gaze at the empty cradle he left tenanted fifteen years before. The little tenant has passed away. His old employer bids him be of good cheer and takes him back to work. Of course, the omnipresent detective comes in to remind the employer of his risk and responsibility, finding Tom Healy with his first week’s pay. The employer tells the policeman to get out. Tom finds a drunken loafer Crimmens abusing his sickly crippled daughter, and the Juvenile Court eventually gives her into the care of Tom Healy and his wife to cheer their childless home.