'Do but grasp into the thick of human life! Everyone _lives_ it--to not many is it _known_; and seize it where you will, it is interesting'--GOETHE. 'SUCCESSFUL.--Terminating in accomplishing what is wished or intended.'--WEBSTER'S _Dictionary_. CHAPTER II.--_continued._ As soon as they reached the room, Mrs. Meeker exclaimed, 'Augustus! tell me, what does this mean!' The young man, thus appealed to, stopped, and, regarding his mother with a fierce expression, exclaimed: 'It means that I quit New York to-night!' 'Augustus! you are a cruel creature to alarm me in this way.' 'It is so, mother. I have got into a bad scrape.' 'Tell me just what it is, Augustus--tell me the whole truth.' 'Well, a few weeks ago, I lost a large sum of money--no matter how. I asked father to help me. I made him a solemn promise, which I would have kept, provided he had given me what I required. He refused, and I used his name to raise it.' 'O Augustus! Augustus!' exclaimed Mrs. Meeker in genuine agony. 'It's no use groaning over it,' said the young man. 'It is done; and, what is worse, it is discovered! Father will know it to-night. What I want is, money enough to take me out of the country; and if you will not give it to me, I will cut my throat before you leave the room!' Mrs. Meeker could only reply by sobs and hysterical exclamations. 'It is of no use, mother--I mean it!' continued the young man. 'Where are you going, Augustus?' said Mrs. Meeker, faintly. 'Across the water. Give me the money, and I shall be on board ship in an hour.' 'I have only two hundred dollars in my purse,' said his mother, mournfully, producing it. 'It will serve my purpose,' answered her son. 'You can send me more after you hear from me.' He took the money and put it into his pocket, and prepared to attend his mother to the door. 'But when shall I see you again, Augustus?' faltered Mrs. Meeker. 'Never!' The parental feeling could no longer be restrained. She threw herself upon her son's neck, sobbing violently, and declared he should not leave her. It did not avail. Although the young man's feelings seemed much softened, he resisted all her appeals. He unwound her arms with tenderness, and led her in silence down the staircase. 'Give my love to Harriet,' he said. 'Tell her I never will forget her.' He opened the door into the street--a moment after, he had regained his room; and the miserable mother was driven back to her magnificent abode. The next day an ordinary sailing vessel left New York for Liverpool, having on board the only son of Hiram Meeker. * * * * * When Mrs. Meeker reached her house, her husband had finished his dinner, and gone out. It was late when he returned--so late, that his wife had already retired.