THE WILL When Hiram had so far improved that his period of isolation was obviously within a few days of its end, Adelaide suggested to Arthur, somewhat timidly, "Don't you think you ought to go to work at the mills ?" He frowned.

It was bad enough to have the inward instinct to this, and to fight it down anew each day as a temptation to weakness and cowardice.
That the traitor should get an ally in his sister--it was intolerable.
The frown deepened into a scowl.
But Del had been doing real thinking since she saw her father stricken down, and she was beginning clearly to see his point of view as to Arthur.

That angry frown was discouraging, but she felt too strongly to be quite daunted.

"It might help father toward getting well," she urged, "and make _such_ a difference--in _every_ way." "No more hypocrisy.

I was right; he was wrong," replied her brother.