In a paroxysm of fear, joined to emotional excitement, he fell upon his knees, and pleaded for mercy--for the sake of one chance in life, for the family name, for Kathleen's sake, for the sake of everything he had ruthlessly dishonoured.

Tears came readily to his eyes, real tears--of excitement; but he could measure, too, the strength of his appeal.
"If you'll stand by me in this, I'll pay you back every cent, Charley," he cried.

"I will, upon my soul and honour! You shan't lose a penny, if you'll only see me through.

I'll work my fingers off to pay it back till the last hour of my life.

I'll be straight till the day I die--so help me God!" Charley's eyes wandered to the cupboard where the liqueurs were.