A man's passion for his cornet is a source of unending trouble to his wife, who is drudging along trying to do all the work of the house and mind her baby girl. On one occasion the husband returns home, and despite the appeal of his wife not to practice on the cornet for fear of waking the baby, goes into his room and starts practicing. In a fury of rage she enters his room, and snatching the cornet from his lips, stamps it into an unrecognizable mass. Enraged, the man picks up a chair to strike her, but seeing her unafraid, drops it. His wife starts to lecture him, but he silences her and then leaves. first trying to take her little savings to buy a new instrument. In this he doesn't succeed, but it whets his determination to leave her. He takes a little tumble-down shack and starts to save little by little to buy a certain cornet which is in the window of a second-hand shop down the street. Later we find his wife ill and attended by kind neighbors and a compassionate landlord. The child has grown to a precocious waif of the street. The father has saved enough to buy the cornet and goes to the store to secure it. He sees a weeping child turned brutally away from a neighboring florist's because she has no money to buy flowers for her sick mother. He talks to her but does not recognize his own child. His heart is touched and he buys the flowers with his cornet money. He is drawn home by the grateful child only to find it is his own. There the reconciliation follows and a sane and unselfish future opens.