his son, "You won't get a d--n cent out of me for your college
business, mind that."

Rose, the daughter, who had been crying and wringing her hands on the
door-step, now came timidly in, and at a sign from her mother she and
her brother went into another room.

The man ate for a while in dogged silence, but at last in a tone that
was meant to be somewhat conciliatory said:

"What the devil did you mean by putting the boy up to such
foolishness?"

"Hush!" said his wife imperiously, "I'm in no mood to talk with you
now."

"Oh, ah, indeed, a man can't even speak in his own house, eh? I guess
I'll take myself off to where I can have a little more liberty," and
he went out, harnessed his old white horse, and started for his
favorite groggery in the village.

His father had no sooner gone than Arden came out and said
passionately:

"It's no use, mother, I can't stand it; I must leave home to-day. I
guess I can make a living; at any rate I'd rather starve than pass
through such scenes."

The poor, overwrought woman threw herself down in a low chair and
sobbed, rocking herself back and forth.