No one knows where she is--not even her own mother.

Something is wrong--the girl's no good!" Jefferson started forward as if to resent these insults to the woman he loved, but, realizing that it was his own father, he stopped short and his hands fell powerless at his side.
"Well, is that all ?" inquired Ryder, Sr.

with a sneer.
"That's all," replied Jefferson, "I'm going.

Good-bye." "Good-bye," answered his father indifferently; "leave your address with your mother." Jefferson left the room, and Ryder, Sr., as if exhausted by the violence of his own outburst, sank back limp in his chair.

The crisis he dreaded had come at last.