"How does he take it ?" "Oh, his heart beats and he can see and hear and speak," replied Shirley sadly, "but he is only a shadow of what he once was.

If the trial goes against him, I don't think he'll survive it." "It is monstrous," cried Jefferson.

"To think that my father should be responsible for this thing!" "We are still hoping for the best," added Shirley, "but the outlook is dark." "But what are you going to do ?" he asked.

"These surroundings are not for you--" He looked around at the cheap furnishings which he could see through the open window and his face showed real concern.
"I shall teach or write, or go out as governess," replied Shirley with a tinge of bitterness.

Then smiling sadly she added: "Poverty is easy; it is unmerited disgrace which is hard." The young man drew his chair closer and took hold of the hand that lay in her lap.