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g of a door covering a vault over which he had walked unconsciously and which now； for the first time； he saw yawning beneath him。
〃Poor daddy；〃 were his first words。 〃I never knew a thing about his troubles； he seems always so happy and so gentle。 I am so sorrydear daddy dear dad〃 he kept repeating。
And then as she spoke there flashed into his mind the thought of his own hopes。 They were shattered now。 He knew that the art career was dead for him； and that all his dreams in that direction were over。
He was about to tell her this； but he stopped before the words were formed。 He would not add his own burden to her sorrow。 No； he would bear it alone。 He would tell Sue； but he would not tell his mother。 Next there welled up in his heart a desire to help this mother whom he idolized； and this father who represented to him all that was kind and true。
〃What can I do？ Where can I go； dearie？〃 he cried with sudden resolve。 〃Even if I am to work with my hands I am ready to do it； but it must be away from here。 I could not do it here at home with everybody looking on； no； not here！ not here！〃
This victory gained； the mother with infinite tact； little by little； unfolded to the son the things she had planned。 Finally with her arms about his neck； smoothing his cheek with her hands she told him of Amos Cobb's advice and of his offer； adding： 〃He will give you a letter to his friend who lives at Haverstraw near New York； my boy； with whom you can stay until you get the situation you want。〃
The very impracticability of this scheme did not weigh with her。 She did not see how almost hopeless would be the task of finding employment in an unknown city。 Nor did the length of time her son might be a burden on a total stranger make any difference in her plans。 Her own home had always been open to the friends of her friends； and for any length of time； and her inborn sense of hospitality made it impossible for her to understand any other conditions。 Then again she said to herself： 〃Mr。 Cobb is a thoroughly practical man； and a very kind one。 His friend will welcome Oliver； or he would not have allowed my son to go。〃 She had repeated； however； no word of the Vermonter's advice 〃to chuck the boy out neck and heels into the world and let him shift for himself；〃 although the very Spartan quality of the suggestion； in spite of its brusqueness； had greatly pleased her。 She could not but recognize that Amos understood。 She would have faced the situation herself if she had been in her son's place； she said so to herself。 And she hoped； too； that Oliver would face it as bravely when the time came。
As for the temptations that might assail her boy in the great city； she never gave them a thought。 Neither the love of drink nor the love of play ran in her own or Richard's veinsnot for generations。 back。 〃One test of a gentleman； my son；〃 Richard always said； 〃lies in the way in which he controls his appetitesin the way he regards his meat and drink。 Both are foods for the mind as well as for the body； and must be used as such。 Gluttons and drunkards should he classed together。〃 No； her boy's heart might lead him astray； but not his appetites； and never his passions。 She was as sure of that as she was of his love。
As she talked on； Oliver's mind； yielding to her stronger will as clay does to a sculptor's hand； began to take shape。 What at first had looked like a hardship now began to have an attractive side。 Perhaps the art career need not be wholly given up。 Perhaps； too； there was a better field for him in New York than hereold Mr。 Crocker had always told him this。 Then； too； there was something of fascination after all； in going out alone like a knight…errant to conquer the world。 And in that great Northern city； too； with its rush and whirl and all that it held for him of mystery！ How many times had Mr。 Crocker talked to him by the hour of its delights。 And Ellicott's chair！ Yes； he could get rid of that。 And Sue？ Sue would waitshe had promised him she would； no； there was no doubt about Sue！ She would love him all the better if he fought his battle alone。 Only the day before she had told him of the wonderful feats of the White Knight； that the new English poet had just written about and that everybody in Kennedy Square was now reading。
Above all there was the delight of another sensation the sensation of a new move。 This really pleased him best。 He was apparently listening to his mother when these thoughts took possession of him； for his eyes were still fixed on hers； but he heard only a word now and then。 It was his imagination that swayed him now； not his will nor his judgment。 He would have his own adventures in the great city and see the world as Mr。 Crocker had done； he said to himself。
〃Yes； dearie； I'll go；〃 he answered quickly。 〃Don't talk any more about it。 I'll do just as you want me to； and I'll go anywhere you say。 But about the money for my expenses？ Can father give it to me？〃 he asked suddenly； a shade of anxiety crossing his face。
〃We won't ask your father； Ollie；〃 she said； drawing him closer to her。 She knew he would yield to her wishes； and she loved him the better for it； if that were possible。 〃I have a little money saved which I will give you。 You won't be long finding a good place。〃
〃And how often can I come back to you？〃 he cried； starting up。 Until now this phase of the situation had not entered his mind。
〃Not often； my boycertainly not until you can afford it。 It is costly travelling。 Maybe once or twice a year。〃
〃Oh； then there's no use talking； I can't go。 I can'tcan't； be away from you that long。 That's going to be the hardest part。〃 He had started from his seat and； stood over her； a look of determination on his face。
〃Oh； yes； you can； my son； and you will；〃 she replied； as she too rose and stood beside him； stopping the outburst of his weakness with her calm voice； and quieting and soothing him with the soft touch of her hand； caressing his cheek with her fingers as she had so often done when he； a baby； had lain upon her breast。
Then with a smile on her face； she had kissed him good…night； closed the door； and staggering along the corridor steadying herself as she walked； her hand on the walls； had thrown herself upon her bed in an agony of tears； crying out：
〃Oh； my boymy boy！ How can I give you up？ And I know it is forever！〃
And now here he is foot…sore and heart…sore； sitting in Union Square； New York； the roar of the great city in his ears； and here he must sit until the cattle…barge which takes him every night to the house of Amos Cobb's friend is ready to start on her voyage up the river。
He sat with his head in his hands； his elbows on his knees； not stirring until a jar on the other end of the bench roused him。 A negro hod…carrier； splashed with plaster； and wearing a ragged shirt and a crownless straw hat； had taken a seat beside him。 The familiarity of the act startled Oliver。 No negro wayfarer would have dared so much in his own Square at home。
The man reached forward and drew closer to his own end of the bench a bundle of sawed ends and bits of wood which he had carried across the park on his shoulder。
Oliver watched him for a moment； with a