Down in his secret soul he felt it--down in his secret soul he knew it! Worse than that--another had replaced him! "Come, you dear old cripple!"-- he could hear the voice and see the love and joy in the boy's eyes as he shouted it out.

Yes, St.George was his father now! Then his mind reverted to his former treatment of his son and for the hundredth time he reviewed his side of the case.

What else could he have done and still maintain the standards of his ancestors ?--the universal question around Kennedy Square, when obligations of blood and training were to be considered.

After all it had only been an object lesson; he had fully intended to forgive him later on.

When Harry was a boy he punished him as boys were punished; when he became a man he punished him as men were punished.