CHAPTER IV.
WRONGED and repelled, Andrew left the presence of his father, sad, hopeless, yet with a sense of indignation in his heart against that father for the wrong he had suffered at his hands.
"It's no use for me to try to do right," he murmured to himself.

"If I want to be good, they won't let me." As these thoughts passed through his mind, a feeling of recklessness came over him, and he said aloud-- "I don't care what I do!" "Don't you, indeed ?" The voice that uttered this sentence caused him to start.

It was the voice of his father, who had left his room soon after the expulsion of Andrew, and was at the moment passing near, unobserved by the boy.
"Don't care what you do, ha!" repeated Mr.Howland, standing in front of the lad, and looking him sternly in the face.

"You've spoken the truth for once!" For nearly a minute Mr.Howland stood with contracted brows, scowling upon the half-frightened child.

He then walked away, deeply troubled and perplexed in his mind.
"What is to become of this boy ?" he said to himself.