"No son of mine shall insult me!" "A strange insult to a father, for a son to declare himself innocent of a crime falsely laid to his charge," replied Andrew, with a strong rebuke in his voice.

"A true father would be glad--" "Silence!" again fell harshly from the lips of Mr.Howland.
"Silence, I say; I will hear no such language from a son of mine!" Without a word, Andrew arose, and, retiring from the room, took up his hat and left the house--the relation between him and his father by no means in a better position than it was before.

Within a few minutes of ten o'clock the boy returned, and, being admitted, went up to his room without joining the family.
On the next morning, one or two of the daily papers contained an account of Andrew's arrest, with his father's name and all the particulars of the transaction.

Any one reading this account, with the reporter's comment, could not help but believe that Andrew was a desperate bad boy, and undoubtedly guilty in design of incendiarism.
"See what a disgrace you have brought upon us!" exclaimed Mr.
Howland, flinging a paper, containing this mortifying intelligence in the face of his son.
The boy took up the paper, and read the paragraph referred to with a burning cheek.

He made no remark, but sat for some time in a state of profound abstraction.