"I do not know what I shall do--whether I shall give you another trial at the public school or send you to a military academy." He stopped a moment at the door and looked back.

"But remember this, Joe," he said.

"I am not angry with you; I am more grieved and hurt.

Think it over, and tell me this evening what you intend to do." His father passed out, and Joe heard the front door close after him.

He leaned back in the big easy-chair and closed his eyes.