for you. I will go to your room with you and help you get together
whatever clothing you have. Then I will go with you to the depot, and
will buy you a ticket to the farthest point from here that ten dollars
will take you to. I don't want to know where that place is. I don't
want ever to see you or hear from you again, unless you are a different
man. I want to give you one more chance to stand on your own feet.
That is all I have to say. You may take it or leave it, as you will."

"Dodd" hesitated a minute, and then said:

"I'll take it."

"Very well," replied Mr. Bright, putting on his coat and hat; "I am
ready, and will go with you now."

"I might say good-bye to your family," said "Dodd"; "they have been so
kind to me."

"I prefer that you should not," replied Mr. Bright. "I have no desire
to have you know them further. You have forfeited all claim to their
respect, or regard, or courtesy even, and if you never redeem yourself,
I do not care to have them see you again!"

It was a terrible thrust. It was like a sword in the bones to the
recipient of the cutting words. "Dodd" reeled under them as though
smitten with a veritable blade of steel.

But they were doing good work for this abnormal young man. These cuts,
made by the sword of truth, when wielded by the hands of Mr. Bright,
laid open to "Dodd" Weaver the secret recesses of his own soul, and he