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ALICE ADAMS
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quite a good deal of trouble. Fact is, he's quite considerable short in his accounts down at Lamb and Company."

Alice ran up the stairs and into her father's room, where Mrs. Adams threw herself into her daughter's arms. "Is he gone?" she sobbed. "He didn't hear me, did he? I tried so hard———"

Alice patted the heaving shoulders her arms enclosed. "No, no," she said. "He didn't hear you—it wouldn't have mattered—he doesn't matter anyway."

"Oh, poor Walter!" The mother cried. "Oh, the poor boy! Poor, poor Walter! Poor, poor, poor, poor———"

"Hush, dear, hush!" Alice tried to soothe her, but the lament could not be abated, and from the other side of the room a repetition in a different spirit was as continuous. Adams paced furiously there, pounding his fist into his left palm as he strode. "The dang boy!" he said. "Dang little fool! Dang idiot! Dang fool! Whyn't he tell me, the dang little fool?"

"He did!" Mrs. Adams sobbed. "He did tell you, and you wouldn't give it to him."

"He did, did he?" Adams shouted at her. "What he begged me for was money to run away with! He