the　expense　of　living　and　only　the　work　of　two　women　to
  meet　all　of　it。　　She　was　insane　to　think　she　could　come　to
  the　city　to　school。　　Her　mother　had　been　right。　　The　girl
  decided　that　if　only　she　lived　to　reach　home；　she　would
  stay　there　and　lead　any　sort　of　life　to　avoid　more　of
  this　torture。　　Bad　as　what　she　wished　to　escape　had　been；
  it　was　nothing　like　this。　　She　never　could　live　down　the
  movement　that　went　through　the　class　when　she　inadvertently
  revealed　the　fact　that　she　had　expected　books　to
  be　furnished。　　Her　mother　would　not　secure　them；　that
  settled　the　question。
  But　the　end　of　misery　is　never　in　a　hurry　to　come；　before
  the　day　was　over　the　superintendent　entered　the　room　and
  explained　that　pupils　from　the　country　were　charged　a
  tuition　of　twenty　dollars　a　year。　　That　really　was　the　end。
  Previously　Elnora　had　canvassed　a　dozen　methods　for
  securing　the　money　for　books；　ranging　all　the　way　from
  offering　to　wash　the　superintendent's　dishes　to　breaking
  into　the　bank。　　This　additional　expense　made　her　plans
  so　wildly　impossible；　there　was　nothing　to　do　but　hold　up
  her　head　until　she　was　from　sight。
  Down　the　long　corridor　alone　among　hundreds；　down　the
  long　street　alone　among　thousands；　out　into　the　country
  she　came　at　last。　　Across　the　fence　and　field；　along　the　old
  trail　once　trodden　by　a　boy's　bitter　agony；　now　stumbled　a
  white…faced　girl；　sick　at　heart。　　She　sat　on　a　log　and　began
  to　sob　in　spite　of　her　efforts　at　self…control。　　At　first　it
  wasphysical　breakdown；　later；　thought　came　crowding。
  Oh　the　shame；　the　mortification！　　Why　had　she　not
  known　of　the　tuition？　　How　did　she　happen　to　think　that
  in　the　city　books　were　furnished？　　Perhaps　it　was　because
  she　had　read　they　were　in　several　states。　　But　why　did　she
  not　know？　　Why　did　not　her　mother　go　with　her？　　Other　mothers
  but　when　had　her　mother　ever　been　or　done　anything　at　all
  like　other　mothers？　　Because　she　never　had　been　it　was
  useless　to　blame　her　now。　　Elnora　realized　she　should　have
  gone　to　town　the　week　before；　called　on　some　one　and
  learned　all　these　things　herself。　　She　should　have　remembered
  how　her　clothing　would　look；　before　she　wore　it　in
  public　places。　　Now　she　knew；　and　her　dreams　were　over。
  She　must　go　home　to　feed　chickens；　calves；　and　pigs；
  wear　calico　and　coarse　shoes；　and　with　averted　head；
  pass　a　library　all　her　life。　　She　sobbed　again。
  〃For　pity's　sake；　honey；　what's　the　matter？〃　asked　the
  voice　of　the　nearest　neighbour；　Wesley　Sinton；　as　he
  seated　himself　beside　Elnora。　　〃There；　there；〃　he　continued；
  smearing　tears　all　over　her　face　in　an　effort　to　dry　them。
  〃Was　it　as　bad　as　that；　now？　　Maggie　has　been　just　wild
  over　you　all　day。　　She's　got　nervouser　every　minute。
  She　said　we　were　foolish　to　let　you　go。　　She　said　your
  clothes　were　not　right；　you　ought　not　to　carry　that　tin
  pail；　and　that　they　would　laugh　at　you。　　By　gum；　I　see
  they　did！〃
  〃Oh；　Uncle　Wesley；〃　sobbed　the　girl；　〃why　didn't　she
  tell　me？　〃
  〃Well；　you　see；　Elnora；　she　didn't　like　to。　　You　got
  such　a　way　of　holding　up　your　head；　and　going　through
  with　things。　　She　thought　some　way　that　you'd　make　it；
  till　you　got　started；　and　then　she　begun　to　see　a　hundred
  things　we　should　have　done。　　I　reckon　you　hadn't　reached
  that　building　before　she　remembered　that　your　skirt
  should　have　been　pleated　instead　of　gathered；　your　shoes
  been　low；　and　lighter　for　hot　September　weather；　and　a
  new　hat。　　Were　your　clothes　right；　Elnora？〃
  The　girl　broke　into　hysterical　laughter。　　〃Right！〃　she　cried。
  〃Right！　　Uncle　Wesley；　you　should　have　seen　me　among　them！
  I　was　a　picture！　　They'll　never　forget　me。　　No；　they　won't
  get　the　chance；　for　they'll　see　me　again　to…morrow！
  〃Now　that　is　what　I　call　spunk；　Elnora！　　Downright　grit；〃
  said　Wesley　Sinton。　　〃Don't　you　let　them　laugh　you　out。
  You've　helped　Margaret　and　me　for　years　at　harvest　and
  busy　times；　what　you've　earned　must　amount　to　quite　a　sum。
  You　can　get　yourself　a　good　many　clothes　with　it。〃
  〃Don't　mention　clothes；　Uncle　Wesley；〃　sobbed　Elnora；
  〃I　don't　care　now　how　I　look。　　If　I　don't　go　back　all　of　them
  will　know　it's　because　I　am　so　poor　I　can't　buy　my　books。〃
  〃Oh；　I　don't　know　as　you　are　so　dratted　poor；〃　said
  Sinton　meditatively。　　〃There　are　three　hundred　acres
  of　good　land；　with　fine　timber　as　ever　grew　on　it。〃
  〃It　takes　all　we　can　earn　to　pay　the　tax；　and　mother
  wouldn't　cut　a　tree　for　her　life。〃
  〃Well　then；　maybe；　I'll　be　compelled　to　cut　one　for　her；〃
  suggested　Sinton。　　〃Anyway；　stop　tearing　yourself　to
  pieces　and　tell　me。　　If　it　isn't　clothes；　what　is　it？〃
  〃It's　books　and　tuition。　　Over　twenty　dollars　in　all。〃
  〃Humph！　　First　time　I　ever　knew　you　to　be　stumped　by
  twenty　dollars；　Elnora；〃　said　Sinton；　patting　her　hand。
  〃It's　the　first　time　you　ever　knew　me　to　want　money；〃
  answered　Elnora。　　〃This　is　different　from　anything　that　ever
  happened　to　me。　　Oh；　how　can　I　get　it；　Uncle　Wesley？〃
  〃Drive　to　town　with　me　in　the　morning　and　I'll　draw　it
  from　the　bank　for　you。　　I　owe　you　every　cent　of　it。〃
  〃You　know　you　don't　owe　me　a　penny；　and　I　wouldn't
  touch　one　from　you；　unless　I　really　could　earn　it。
  For　anything　that's　past　I　owe　you　and　Aunt　Margaret　for
  all　the　home　life　and　love　I've　ever　known。　　I　know　how
  you　work；　and　I'll　not　take　your　money。〃
  〃Just　a　loan；　Elnora；　just　a　loan　for　a　little　while
  until　you　can　earn　it。　　You　can　be　proud　with　all　the
  rest　of　the　world；　but　there　are　no　secrets　between　us；
  are　there；　Elnora？〃
  〃No；〃　said　Elnora；　〃there　are　none。　　You　and　Aunt
  Margaret　have　given　me　all　the　love　there　has　been
  in　my　life。　　That　is　the　one　reason　above　all　others　why
  you　shall　not　give　me　charity。　　Hand　me　money　because
  you　find　me　crying　for　it！　　This　isn't　the　first　time　this
  old　trail　has　known　tears　and　heartache。　　All　of　us　know
  that　story。　　Freckles　stuck　to　what　he　undertook　and
  won　out。　　I　stick；　too。　　When　Duncan　moved　away　he
  gave　me　all　Freckles　left　in　the　swamp；　and　as　I　have
  inherited　his　property　maybe　his　luck　will　come　with　it。
  I　won't　touch　your　money；　but　I'll　win　some　way。　　First；　I'm
  going　home　and　try　mother。　　It's　just　possible　I　could
  find　second…hand　books；　and　perhaps　all　the　tuition　need
  not　be　paid　at　once。　　Maybe　they　would　accept　it　quarterly。
  But　oh；　Uncle　Wesley；　you　and　Aunt　Margaret　keep　on　loving　me！
  I'm　so　lonely；　and　no　one　else　cares！〃
  Wesley　Sinton's　jaws　met　with　a　click。　　He　swallowed
  hard　on　bitter　words　and　changed　what　he　would　have
  liked　to　say　three　times　before　it　became　articulate。
  〃Elnora；〃　he　said　at　last；　〃if　it　hadn't　been　for　one
  thing　I'd　have　tried　to　take　legal　steps　to　make　you
  ours　when　you　were　three　years　old。　　Maggie　said　then
  it　wasn't　any　use；　but　I've　always　held　on。　　You　see；
  I　was　the　first　man　there；　honey；　and　there　are　things
  you　see；　that　you　can't　ever　make　anybody　else　understand。
  She　loved　him　Elnora；　she　just　made　an　idol　of　him。
  There　was　that　oozy　green　hole；　with　the　thick
  scum　broke；　and　two　or　three　big　bubbles　slowly　rising
  that　were　the　breath　of　his　body。　　There　she　was　in
  spasms　of　agony；　and　beside　her　the　great　heavy　log　she'd
  tried　to　throw　him。　　I　can't　ever　forgive　her　for　turning
  against　you；　and　spoiling　your　childhood　as　she　has；
  but　I　couldn't　forgive　anybody　else　for　abusing　her。
  Maggie　has　got　no　mercy　on　her；　but　Maggie　didn't　see　what
  I　did；　and　I've　never　tried　to　make　it　very　clear　to　her。
  It's　been　a　little　too　plain　for　me　ever　since。　　Whenever　I
  look　at　your　mother's　face；　I　see　what　she　saw；　so
  I　hold　my　tongue　and　say；　in　my　heart；　‘Give　her　a　mite
  more　time。'　　Some　day　it　will　come。　　She　does　love　you；
  Elnora。　　Everybody　does；　honey。　　It's　just　that　she's
  feeling　so　much；　she　can't　express　herself。　　You　be　a
  patient　girl　and　wait　a　little　longer。　　After　all；　she's
  your　mother；　and　you're　all　she's　got；　but　a　memory；　and
  it　might　do　her　good　to　let　her　know　that　she　was　fooled
  in　that。〃
  〃It　would　kill　her！〃　cried　the　girl　swiftly。　　〃Uncle　Wesley；
  it　would　kill　her！　　What　do　you　mean？〃
  〃Nothing；〃　said　Wesley　Sinton　soothingly。　　〃Nothing；　honey。
  That　was　just　one　of　them　fool　things　a　man　says；
  when　he　is　trying　his　best　to　be　wise。　　You　see；
  she　loved　him　mightily；　and　they'd　been　married　only
  a　year；　and　what　she　was　loving　was　what　she　thought
  he　was。　　She　hadn't　really　got　acquainted　with　the　man　yet。
  If　it　had　been　even　one　more　year；　she　could　have
  borne　it；　and　you'd　have　got　justice。　　Having　been
  a　teacher　she　was　better　educated　and　smarter　than
  the　rest　of　us；　and　so　she　was　more　sensitive　like。
  She　can't　understand　she　was　loving　a　dream。　　So　I　say
  it　might　do　her　good　if　somebody　that　knew；　could　tell
  her；　but　I　swear　to　gracious；　I　never　could。　　I've　heard
  her　out　at　the　edge　of　that　quagmire　calling　in　them
  wild　spells　of　hers　off　and　on　for　the　last