CHAPTER XIX.
"I'LL FIGHT HIM FOR THIS MAN!" "It's wonderfully kind of you!" breathed the woman, gratefully.
"But it really won't do any good.

When a man has begun to drink nothing can reclaim him from it.

My only hope is to be able to have a talk with Tom when his money is gone." "Of course if you dislike to have us try, Mrs.Drake-----" Dick began.
"I don't dislike to have you try!" cried the woman, quickly.
"All I am thinking about is the hopelessness of your undertaking.
You simply can't get Tom out of Miller's to-night until the owner of that awful place turns him out at closing time.

I know! This has happened before." Dick stood in an uncertain attitude, his cap in hand.

The appealing face of the child, looking eagerly up at him, made him wish with all his heart to try to do a good act here, yet he couldn't think of going on such an errand without the young wife's permission.
"Let him go, mama," urged the child.