The Argosy — page 310: what you’re looking at

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In the Past. 291 the sad, tender brown eyes—traces only too often to be seen there— told of the tumultuous grief that was tearing her heart. John Dewar did not look up from the paper he was reading, or affecting to read. He had expected this visit and was resolved that it phquic not succeed. YP lohn !.” ‘ Well?” he replied, still without looking up. You know what I have come for.” JT do. It is useless.” You will not send that boy out into the night alone.” ‘Fie has accustomed himself to going into the night alone,” replied her husband, with a sneer in his voice. ‘Tam not here to excuse his faults, John. They have given as much anxiety to me as toyou. It is because of them that I would try to bind him still closer to home and to home influences.” ‘¢ He is unable to properly appreciate either.” “He is young,” continued Mrs. Dewar—‘ young, wayward and impressionable—and you would throw him into the eruel arms of the world. Don’t do it, John!” ‘Tt is utterly useless to argue the matter,” was the cold reply. Nothing will shake my resolve. I will hear no more on the subject, if you please.” Mrs. Dewar turned quickly and mechanically, and walked from the room, still outwardly calm ; but the quivering lips had grown tight, and she moved like a somnambulist. Through the open door Frank saw her in the light of the hall, and knew that his anticipations of her non-success had been realised. She came into the dark room and seated herself. Don’t mind, mother,” he whispered presently, whilst he knelt at her side and his tears fell unrestrainedly upon her dress, ‘Where will you go?” she asked, in a voice dry and hard with despair. “GoP Oh! Tll—I shall be all right.” He had not thought the matter out at all. The general idea that he would go from narrow limits into the broad free world, had been sufficient for him. He was young, and the world was kind, it would hold out its right hand and welcome him. He would be all nght! But his mother was less sanguine. * Where will you go ?” she repeated. I know, mother! [ll go immediately to Tom Anson and the fellows I know at the Bulwer Club. Tom will put me in the way of getting a decent lodging.” * But you have no money.” “Yes I have—a little; over three pounds, I think. He—my father — offered me some, but I would not take it. Tom will introduce me to some editors and I shall soon get work. You yourself have said that I may make a mark some day as an author ; and I mean to do so.” conniclooolkks () (GO) an