when they fail."

"Go to Missouri," echoed the wife with dismal resignation, smiling
at her husband.

"Have you sold it?" asked David, with flushed, angry face.

"No."

"Nor promised?"

"No!"

"Then, father, don't! Bailey is trying again to get the farm away
from you. You and mother shall never sell your home and move to
Missouri on my account."

The son sat looking into the fire, controlling his feelings. The
father sat looking at the son, making a greater effort to control
his. Both of them realized the poverty of the place and the need of
money.

The hour was already past the father's early bed-time. He
straightened himself up now, and turning his back, took off his
coat, hung it on the back of his chair, and began to unbutton his
waistcoat, and rub his arms. The mother rose, and going to the
high-posted bed in a corner of the room, arranged the pillows,
turned down the covers, and returning, sat provisionally on the
edge of her chair and released her breastpin. David started up.