pert, but there was no doubt at all of the combination of forces which were taking vengeance for it. Lampert had learned of it, and had probably made his father give him money; Beman had heard of it and was going to take his wife away from him. Mrs. Markyn had said that a boy who was tempted to do anything wrong ought to think first how it would make his mother feel. It appeared clear that his father in the matter of Helen Lampert had not thought enough of how it would make his mother feel; if he had he would not have been in these difficulties.
The door of the library opened and his father passed through the hall. He stumbled a little, as though his gaze fixed itself upon objects without actually seeing them. Beman came from the library and crossed to his den. He saw Peewee and smiled with satisfaction.
"What a man must do, boy," he said triumphantly, "is wait. Sometime his time will come."
"Yes, sir," said Peewee unhappily.
The old man's victorious manner made plain
