“Do you indorse this, father?” asked Carl, turning to Dr. Crawford. “No!” answered his father, with unwonted energy. “My house will always be your home.” “You seem to have changed your mind, Dr. Crawford,” sneered his wife. “Where did you pick up the report of Carl’s being killed on the railroad?” asked the doctor, sternly. “Peter heard it in the village,” said Mrs. Crawford, carelessly. “Did it occur to you that the sudden news might injure your husband?” asked Ashcroft. “I spoke too impulsively. I realize too late my imprudence,” said Mrs. Crawford, coolly. “Have you lost your place?” she asked, addressing Carl. “No. I have just returned from Chicago.” His stepmother looked surprised. “We have had a quiet time since you left us,” she said. “If you value your father’s health and peace of mind, you will not remain here.” “Is my presence also unwelcome?” asked Ashcroft. “You have not treated me with respect,” replied Mrs. Crawford. “If you are a gentleman, you will understand that under the circumstances it will be wise for you to take your departure.” “Leaving my old friend to your care?” “Yes, that will be best.” “Mr. Ashcroft, can I have a few minutes’ conversation with you?” asked Carl. “Certainly.” They left the room together, followed by an uneasy and suspicious glance from Mrs. Crawford. Carl hurriedly communicated to his father’s friend what he had learned about his stepmother. “Mr. Cook, Peter’s father, is just outside,” he said. “Shall I call him in?” “I think we had better do so, but arrange that the interview shall take place without your father’s knowledge. He must not be excited. Call him in, and then summon your stepmother.” “Mrs. Crawford,” said Carl, re-entering his father’s room, “Mr. Ashcroft would like to have a few words with you. Can you come out?” She followed Carl uneasily. “What is it you want with me, sir?” she asked, frigidly. “Let me introduce an old acquaintance of yours.” Mr. Cook, whom Mrs. Crawford had not at first observed, came forward. She drew back in dismay. “It is some time since we met, Lucy,” said Cook, quietly. “Do you come here to make trouble?” she muttered, hoarsely. “I come to ask for the property you took during my absence in California,” he said. “I don’t care to have you return to me----” “I obtained a divorce.” “Precisely; I don’t care to annul it. I am thankful that you are no longer my wife.” “I--I will see what I can do for you. Don’t go near my present husband. He is in poor health, and cannot bear a shock.” “Mrs. Crawford,” said Ashcroft, gravely, “if you have any idea of remaining here, in this house, give it up. I shall see that your husband’s eyes are opened to your real character.” “Sir, you heard this man say that he has no claim upon me.” “That may be, but I cannot permit my friend to harbor a woman whose record is as bad as yours.” “What do you mean?” she demanded, defiantly. “I mean that you have served a term in prison for larceny.”