"Believe that idiot?" shouted Obadiah, his face black as night. "He didn't have sense enough to gouge me when your fool admissions gave him the whip hand. He's a fine specimen of a man for you to be running after," declared the mill owner with scorn. "It's a nice thing for a respectable girl to be doing. You'll get yourself talked about if I don't watch you." A change came over Virginia. She stiffened and her fear seemed to leave her. There was a glint of anger in her eyes as they showed large against her pale face. Her soft round chin set in an almost comical reflection of his obstinate jaw. She arose, and her level gaze met his angry glower, unafraid. "Stop, father." She spoke with wonderful self-restraint. "You have said quite enough about Mr. Curtis. We are talking about something else. The waste from your mill is making people sick. What are you going to do about it?" "Nothing," cried Obadiah, in his wrathful falsetto, his face working convulsively. "I've been running waste into the river for years. If people don't like it, let them make the most of it--go thirsty for all I care. I'll give them a real fight." "Do you mean that, knowing your mill is poisoning the water which people are forced to drink, you'll fight the matter in court as they were afraid you'd do?" "I'll drag them through the courts until they get so warm that any water will look good to them." Suddenly his temper blazed anew. "What did I tell you this morning?" he demanded. "I warned you that I would no longer tolerate your silly interference in other people's business. I certainly will not permit you to butt into my affairs. You go too far--you and the friends whom you pick up in the street. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand. You spoke too plainly this morning for me to misunderstand your meaning--as you are doing now. Daddy, I know that I have made many mistakes. Yet, everything which you criticize was done to aid some one else and in a small way they did spread happiness." "If you had minded your own business you'd be happier now." "I was trying to help other people." "God helps him who helps himself," quoted Obadiah, virtuously. "That doesn't mean to think only of yourself." Her quiet voiced argument infuriated him. "You'll attend to your own business in the future," he bellowed. She did not flinch before his bluster but held her ground in white faced determination. "You want me to lead a life of selfishness when there are so many opportunities to help others?" "Call it what you like, only get into your head the idea that hereafter you will attend to your own affairs and let the rest of the world do the same." Abruptly her mood changed. She gazed at him with a great longing. "Oh, Daddy dear, surely you are not so selfish as all that. I know that deep in your heart you are not."