I don't know what arrangements he has made out West.

For all I know, the little I have in my purse now may be all that stands between us and the poorhouse." The doctor drew on his gloves.
"Why don't you tell your father how matters are ?" he asked.
Then he saw he had ventured a step too far.
"I believe Jack would rather die than take help from his hands," she answered, drawing herself up proudly.

Her eyes flashed.

"I would, too, as far as I am concerned myself." Then a tender look came over her pale, tired face, as she added, gently, "But I'd do anything on earth to help Jack get well." The doctor cleared his throat vigorously, and bolted out with a gruff good night.

As he rode past Locust, he took solid satisfaction in shaking his fist at the light in an upper window..