Just then his mother entered the room.

“My son.”

“Mother.”

“Just what I feared has come to pass.  I have dreaded more than anything else this collision with your father.”

“Now mother don’t be so serious about this matter.  Father’s law office does not take in the whole world.  I shall either set up for myself in A.P., or go West.”

“Oh! don’t talk of going away, I think I should die of anxiety if you were away.”

“Well, as I passed down the street yesterday I saw there was an office to let in Frazier’s new block, and I think I will engage it and put out my sign.  How will that suit you?”

“Anything, or anywhere, Charlie, so you are near me.  And Charlie don’t be too stout with your father, he was very much out of temper when you came home last night, but be calm; it will blow over in a few days, don’t add fuel to the fire.  And you know that you and Miss Roland are to be married in two weeks, and I do wish that things might remain as they are, at least till after the wedding.  Separation just now might give rise to some very unpleasant talk, and I would rather if you and your father can put off this dissolution, that you will consent to let things remain as they are for a few weeks longer.  When your father comes home I will put the case to him, and have the thing delayed.  Just now Charles I dread the consequences of a separation.”

“Well, Mother, just as you please; perhaps the publication of the articles of dissolution in the paper might complicate matters.”

When Mr. Romaine returned home, his wrath was somewhat mollified, and Mrs. Romaine having taken care to prepare his favorite dishes for dinner, took the opportunity when he had dined to entreat him to delay the intended separation till after the wedding, to which he very graciously consented.

* * * * *

Again there was a merry gathering at the home of Jeanette Roland.  It was her wedding night, and she was about to clasp hands for life with Charles Romaine.  True to her idea of taking things as she found them, she had consented to be his wife without demanding of him any reformation from the habit which was growing so fearfully upon him.  His wealth and position in society like charity covered a multitude of sins.  At times Jeanette felt misgivings about the step she was about to take, but she put back the thoughts like unwelcome intruders, and like the Ostrich, hiding her head in the sand, instead of avoiding the danger, she shut her eyes to its fearful reality.  That night the wine flowed out like a purple flood; but the men and women who drank were people of culture, wealth and position, and did not seem to think it was just as disgraceful or more so to drink in excess in magnificently furnished parlors, as it was in low Barrooms or miserable dens where vice and poverty are huddled together.  And if the weary children of hunger and hard toil instead of seeking sleep as nature’s sweet restorer, sought to stimulate their flagging energies in the enticing cup, they with the advantages of wealth, culture and refinement could not plead the excuses of extreme wretchedness, or hard and unremitting drudgery.