life alone upon the streets. Who knows of your connection with him?"
"No one, as yet. Helen played square with me until the end. I used a fictitious name when I went over there."
"We'll have the boy found and put him with someone who'll look after him and have him educated."
Peewee clenched his hands resentfully. He did not want to be put with someone; agents of justice and charity had been trying to do that to him all his life. What he wanted was to live here in this house; and now, more even than that, to live near and see the woman who had gone upstairs. He heard his father now:
"Put him with some one? Until when? My connection with him will finally be found out and Marion will feel that I have put deceit upon deceit. My own hope of pardon from her—if there is a hope—would be that, as soon as I knew there was a boy, I came to her; confessed; begged her to forgive me."
"Tell her, then."
"I can't hurt her like that, Jeffrey! I can't!
