The eyes of the women had followed the little fellow, and as he swung forward they were filled with alarm. With half suppressed screams they sprang to their feet, thrusting out their arms as if they might catch him. By a marvelous effort, the boy recovered his balance. He resumed his whistling as if nothing had happened and clumped heavily down the steps, disappearing from their view. With a sigh of relief the girls sank back into their chairs. But the mother remained standing, her eyes yet upon the doorway through which her son had departed. Her raised hands dropped to her side and the look of horror passed from her face, leaving it old and tired looking. Helen arose and, with a word of explanation, disappeared after Charles Augustus. Virginia marked the hands of the woman yet trembling from her shock. She reached forward and, gently pulling her down into a chair, pressed her soft cheek against the wrinkled face. The woman fought to control her emotion, but her face sank into her hands and she began to weep. After a time her sobs lessened and she became calmer. She tried to smile through her tears at the girl. "He is my baby," she whispered; "my lame, helpless boy." A change came over her. She threw back her head and resistance blazed in her eyes. "He shan't be lame," she cried, shaken by the intensity of her feelings. Quickly the mood merged into one of utter helplessness. "If I could get the money," she groaned, but almost instantly her former temper returned. "I will get it," she resolved. "My boy shall have a fair start in life if I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get it for him." Virginia endeavored to soothe the almost hysterical woman. At last the tense nerves relaxed and self-control returned. "You must think me silly and weak," the woman told her. "I have been worrying too much. I am so alone with my thoughts here." "You have Charles Augustus," suggested Virginia, as she stroked the bent shoulders. "Yes," admitted the woman. "But he goes to bed at six o'clock and that leaves the long evening in which to sit and think--and hate," she blazed. Yet, in an instant her anger had departed and she went on sadly, "It is very lonely after Charles Augustus is asleep." "Is he your only child?" the girl asked. "No, I have another boy, much older. He is big and strong and handsome and can take care of himself and his mother," she explained with pride. "But he is young and is working his way through college. His pay is small and he has had some bad luck, but he is a joy and happiness in my life." Virginia watched the woman as if fascinated.