rel!" exclaimed Mrs. Everton, beginning to weep anew.
But the invalid was suffering twinges and would not be stayed.
"You'll have to give up that girl for good and all," he roared. "Susie Smith! Some cheap stenographer or a paid companion to Mrs. Carleton, I suppose. Some designing hussy who thinks you'll have money, and wants to get her clutches on it. Susie Smith! For heaven's sake, Jim, why can't you have a little sense?"
Jim got up, slowly and with a white face.
"Father, I don't know much about Susie except that I love her and mean to marry her. And I won't have you sneer at her, even if you are ill and bad tempered. You have no reason to say a word against her."
"Smith!"
"I know," a smile creeping over his face to soften its fierceness; "but I'll
