He essayed to reach Abner to strike him, but his dutiful son dodged easily, and his father, being unsteady on his legs, fell on the ground.

Abner laughed, but Herbert was too much shocked to share in his enjoyment.

“Come here and help me up, you Abner!” said his father.

“Not much, dad!  If you hadn’t tried to lick me you wouldn’t have fallen!”

“Let me help you, sir!” said Herbert, conquering his instinctive disgust and approaching the fallen man.

“You’re a gentleman!” murmured Barton, as he took the little boy’s proffered hand and, after considerable ado, raised himself to a standing position.  “You’re a gentleman; I wish I had a boy like you.”

Herbert could not join in the wish.  He felt that a father like Joel Barton would be a great misfortune.

But just then Mrs. Barton entered the yard, marching with long strides like a man’s.

“Here’s marm!” announced Abner.

Barton steadied himself as he turned to look at his wife.

“I want to see you, Mrs. B.,” he said.  “When are you goin’ to have dinner?”

“Never, if I depended on you to supply the vittles!” she answered, bluntly.

“Don’t speak so before a stranger,” said Barton, with a hiccough.  “You hurt my feelin’s.”

“Your feelin’s are tough, and so are mine by this time.”

“What have you got there?”

“Some sassiges.  Ef you want your share, you’ll have to be on time.  I shan’t save you any.”

“How much money did the man pay you, Mrs. B.?”

“That’s my business!” retorted his wife, shortly.

“Mrs. B.,” said her husband, straightening up, “I want you to understand that I’m the master of this house, and it’s my right to take care of the money.  You’ll oblige me by handin’ it over.”

“I’ll do nothing of the sort, Joel Barton!  You’d only spend it for drink.”

“Would you grudge me the few pennies I spend for drink?  My system requires it.  That’s what the doctor says.”

“Then you must find the money for it yourself.  My system requires something to eat, and, ef I take a boarder, he’s got to have something to eat, too.”

“Mrs. B., I didn’t think your heart was so hard,” said Barton, in a maudlin tone.

“Look here, Joel Barton; you might as well stop such foolish talk.  It won’t do no good.  I can’t stay here all day.  I must go and be gettin’ dinner.”

Had Barton succeeded in raising money from his wife, he would probably have returned at once to the tavern, and his place would have been vacant at the dinner table.  Failing in this, he lay back and fell asleep, and was not roused till dinner time.

Mrs. Barton was a fair cook, and Herbert ate with an unexpected relish.  It is needless to say that Abner also did full justice to the meal.

“I say, Sam,” he said, “I’m glad you’ve come.”

Herbert was hardly prepared to agree with him.