scrutinizing his face.

"As to Harry's being a burden," St. George said slowly, his lip curling
slightly--"that is my affair. As to his remaining here, all I have to
say is that if a boy is old enough to be compelled to pay his debts
he is old enough to decide where he will live. You have yourself
established that rule and it will be carried out to the letter."

Rutter's face hardened: "But you haven't got a dollar in the world to
spare!"

"That may be, but it doesn't altar the situation; it rather strengthens
it." He rose from his chair: "I think we are about through now, Talbot,
and if you will excuse me I'll go down to the bank and see what is the
matter. I will ring for Todd to bring your hat and coat." He did not
intend to continue the talk. There had just been uncovered to him a
side of Talbot Rutter's nature which had shocked him as much as had the
threatened loss of his money. To use his poverty as a club to force him
into a position which would be dishonorable was inconceivable in a man
as well born as his antagonist, but it was true: he could hardly refrain
from telling him so. He had missed, it may be said, seeing another
side--his visitor's sympathy for him in his misfortune. That,
unfortunately, he did not see: fate often plays such tricks with us all.

The colonel stepped in front of him: his eyes had an ugly look in
them--the note of sympathy was gone.

"One moment, St. George! How long you are going to keep up this fool
game, I don't know; but my son stays here on one condition, and on one
condition only, and you might as well understand it now. From this time
on I pay his board. Do you for one instant suppose I am going to let you
support him, and you a beggar?"

St. George made a lunge toward the speaker as if to strike him. Had
Rutter fired point-blank at him he could not have been more astounded.
For an instant he stood looking into his face, then whirled suddenly and
swung wide the door.

"May I ask you, Talbot, to leave the room, or shall I? You certainly
cannot be in your senses to make me a proposition like that. This thing
has got to come to an end, and NOW! I wish you good-morning."

The colonel lifted his hands in a deprecatory way.

"As you will, St. George."

And without another word the baffled autocrat strode from the room.

CHAPTER XVII

There was no one at home when Harry returned except Todd, who, having
kept his position outside the dining-room door during the h