I hope the Lord has forgiven--but I forgotten, Oh, no." "Look here, brother, you are over-sensitive just now because of your physical condition.

You have nothing to worry over.

That little youthful indiscretion--" "But there was a child, Gilbert, a boy." "Well, what of it ?" "That was my boy.

I am his father.

What has become of him?
Where is he now?
Flesh of my flesh, is he handicapped by the stigma I placed upon him?
Is he, perchance, groveling in the gutter, because I cast him off--had no thought or care for him--" "Now, look here--" "Listen.