"Your mother can leave the hard part of it till I get home." Eva used to put the money she earned surreptitiously into her husband's pockets that he might not feel his manly pride injured, but she defeated her own ends by her very solicitude.

Jim Tenny began to reason that his wife saw his shame and ignominious helplessness, else she would not have been so anxious to cover it.

The stoop of discouragement which Eva used to fear for his shoulders did not come, but, instead, something worse--the defiant set-back of recklessness.

He took his wife's earnings and despised himself.

Whenever he paid a bill, he was sure the men in the store said, the minute his back was turned, "It's his wife's money that paid for that." He took to loafing on sunny corners, and eying the passers-by with the blank impudence of regard of those outside the current of life.