I do feel for this father whose life is slowly ebbing away--whose strength is being sapped hourly by the thought of the disgrace--the injustice that is being done him! I do feel for the wife of this suffering man!" "Ah, its a complete picture!" cried Ryder mockingly.

"The dying father, the sorrowing mother--and the daughter, what is she supposed to be doing ?" "She is fighting for her father's life," cried Shirley, "and you, Mr.Jefferson, should have pleaded--pleaded--not demanded.

It's no use trying to combat your father's will." "She is quite right, father.

I should have implored you.

I do so now.