THE SHATTERED COLOSSUS That night there was sleep under Hiram Ranger's roof for Mary the cook only.

Of the four wakeful ones the most unhappy was Hiram himself, the precipitator of it all.

Arthur had the consolation of his conviction that his calamity was unjust; Adelaide and her mother, of their conviction that in the end it could not but be well with Arthur.

For Hiram there was no consolation.

He reviewed and re-reviewed the facts, and each time he reached again his original conclusion; the one course in repairing the mistakes of the boy's bringing up was a sharp rightabout.