Then I went down, but it was too late." "Yes--yes, it was too late," said Andrew, speaking now in a firmer voice.

"And it is too late now.

I am to be tried as a felon, and it may be, will be sent to the State Prison.

Oh, dear!" And he covered his face with his hands, and sobbed.
What little comfort she had to offer her unhappy child, was offered by Mrs.Howland.But few rays of light came through the heavy clouds that enveloped both of their hearts.
At dinner time, Andrew declined meeting his father at the table.
"Go and tell him," said the unyielding man, when the servant, who had been sent to his room to call him to dinner, came back and said that he did not wish to come down, "that he cannot have a mouthful to eat unless he comes to the table." "No, no, Andrew--don't say that!" quickly spoke Mrs.Howland.
"I do say it, and I mean it," replied Mr.Howland, fixing his eyes rebukingly upon his wife.
Mrs.Howland answered nothing.

But her purpose to stand between her unrelenting husband and wandering son, was none the less fixed; and in her countenance Mr.Howland read this distinctly.