"You are making me out a monster," interlarded "Dodd," with an attempt
at injured innocence in his voice.

"And that is just what you are," said Mr. Bright. "You have grown out
of all semblance to the true type of a man. You are wicked, deceitful,
weak, vacillating, and untruthful. So long as you retain these
qualities there is no hope for you. Perhaps a punishment of a term in
jail may serve to bring you to a sense of your condition. If it will,
it is the best thing that can happen to you. Anyhow, I am willing to
see it tried."

"So you will not give me money to pay my fine?" groaned "Dodd."

"Not one cent," again answered Mr. Bright, as he showed the young man
to the door.




CHAPTER XXII.

As they walked through the hall, however, "Dodd" dragging himself along
reluctantly, a kindlier mood took possession of the school teacher. He
paused, and, turning to the young man, said:

"See here. I have a plan that has just come to me, and I will give you
the benefit of it. I am convinced that you will never be any better
than you are now if you continue to live in this city. Your companions
are here, and so are your old haunts and associations. I will do this