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Show t HYMENS ODLDREN 2CMJ.IAYIN Cojyrilt EXWr Tie BCBM-MLSTTLL CO. that till darling bad left th table to tcari. II aat on for eome time, atonllr mo tlonless, save for lha movement of bla llpa aa he puffed out cloudi of moke. Tha aort rooted eervants. coming to clear tha table, fled before bla growled command to "get out and let ma alone." Aa ha smoked he looked atralitht before blm with fixed, unwinking eyes, bla face set In furrowa of thought. At long in tervala he stirred In bla chair, ponderously, pon-derously, like an luert, heavy animal, and now and then h emitted a abort aound, like a grunted comment on some thought which, by Ita b'.tlug suddenness, seemed to force an ejaculation ejac-ulation out of blm. CHAPTER X. Domlnick Comet Home. Three daya after tha return of the Cannona, Domlnick Ryan alao came home. He hod anawered Herny'a letter let-ter the day the Cannona left, a few houra after that Interview with the Kouanza King, In which, driven to bay by the old man'a quwtlona, he had torn the veil from bla married lire. After that there waa a period of several houra when be aat In bla room thinking over what had happened. It sevmed to him that be bad played a dastardly part, lie aaw himself a creature of monumental, gross selfishness, selfish-ness, who had cajoled a young girl, In a moment of softness and sentiment, senti-ment, Into an action which had done nothing but distress and humiliate her. lie. who ahould buve been the atrong one, had betn weak. It waa he who ahould have seen how things were going; be, the married man, who had allowed himself to feel and to yield to a love that ought to have been bidden forever in bla own heart. He felt that It would be a sort of expiation to go back to hla wife. That waa where be belonged. Rose muat never again cross hla path, have a place In bla thought a, or float, a aoft beguiling Image, in hla memory. He had a wife. No matter what Rerny waa, she waa the woman be bad mar rled. She bad not deceived blm. It waa be who had done her a wrong, and be owed her a reparation. In bla raw atate, hla nerves still thrilling with the memory of that moment's mo-ment's embrace, be aaw Herny from her own point of view. He loat the memory of the complacent mistress in the picture of the unloved wife, on whose side there waa much to be tald. Morbidness colored bla vision and exaggerated ex-aggerated bla aenae of culpability. If ahe bad an ugly temper, bad it not been excited, fed and aggravated by the treatment ahe bad received from bla family? If they had maintained his torenraf of shame 1111 It b.iw a wclgbt of guilt. It also silrred afrat the pity, which wai tha atrongest fel-Ing fel-Ing be had for her. It waa tha ten. derest, the moat womanly U tter. Herny Her-ny bad ever written blm. A note of real appeal aounded through It. Eb bad humiliated herself, asked hla par. don, besought of him to return. Aa be thought of It. the vision of Mr alone In the flat, bereft of friends, dully devoid of any occupation. acorn-ful acorn-ful of ber old companions, fawning! desirous of making new onea who refused re-fused to know ber. smote him with an almost slckenlug sense of Ua pit l fulness. H felt acrry for ber not alone because of ber position, but be-cause be-cause of what ahe was, what her own disposition had made her. She would never change, her limitations, were flxfd. She would go on longing for the same flesh pots to the end, believing believ-ing that they represented the bigheat and bat. Herny had realized that her letter waa a skillful and moving production, but ahe did not know that It wua to gain a hundredfold In persuasive power by falling on a guilty conscience. con-science. It put an end to Domlnlck'a revolt. It quenched the lust sparks of the mutinous rage which had tuken him to Antelope. That same afternoon after-noon In hla frigid bedroom at the hotel, ho-tel, he answered It. ills reply waa abort, only a few lines. In these he stated that he would be back on the following Saturday, the tendcrneaa of his Injured foot uiuklng an earlier move Impossible. The letter reached Horny Friday and threw her Into a s'ate of febrile excitement. Her deadly dread of Dotn-Inlck'a' Dotn-Inlck'a' returning to hla family hud never quite died out. It kept recurring, recur-ring, aweeplng in upon her in moods of depression, and making her feel chilled and frightened. Now ahe knew he waa coming bock to her, evidently not lovingly disposed the letter wai too terse and cold for that but, at any rate, be waa coming home. Once there, ahe would set all ber wlta to work, use every art of which ahe wai mlstreM, to make blm forget tha quarrel and enter In upon a new era of aweet reaaonablenesa and mutual consideration. She set about this by cleaning tha bouse and buying new curtalna for the sitting-room. Such purifications and garnishments would have agreeably Impressed ber on a home-coming and ahe thought they would Domlnick. In the past year ahe bad become much more extravagant than ahe bad been formerly, a characteristic which bad arisen- In her from a state of rasped irritation against the restricted means to which Mrs. Ryan's rancor condemned con-demned ber.. She waa quite heavily In debt to varloua tradespeople; and chance, met har mate the man ahe loved. And tbe roost maddening part uf It waa that be waa tbe man of all others ber father would have chosen for her bad aucb a choice been possible. pos-sible. He bit on bla cigar, turning It over between his teeth, and looked side-wise side-wise at ber aa ahe aat allent In tbe sl Igh beside blm. She waa unquee-tlouably unquee-tlouably pale, pale and listless, ber body wrapped In enveloping furs, aunk In an attitude of weariness, ber eyes full of dejected reverie. Even to bla blindly groping, masculine perceptions her distrait looks, her dispirited silence, si-lence, told of melancholy preoccupation. preoccupa-tion. She waa not happy hla Roae, who, If she had wanted It and be could have bought, begged or atolen it, would huve had the moon. To-nlghf. In ber white dress, tbe mellow radiance of the lamp (browing (brow-ing out ber figure against the shadowy richness of tbe dining room walla, abe bore the samo appearance of despondency. despon-dency. Her luster waa dimmed, ber delicate akin had lost Its dacxllng, separated sep-arated bloom or pink and white, her glance was absent and unresponsive. Never, since tbe death or her mother, now ten years bark, had he aeen ber when it waa ao obvious that ahe bar-bored bar-bored an inner, unexpressed aenae of trouble. "I guesa tbe clty'a the best plae for you," be said. "Roughing It don't seem to suit you If cows and chickens keep you awake all' night. I've aeen the time when the hotel at Rocky ISar would have been considered the top notch of luxury. I wish you could see the places your mother lived In when I first took ber up here. You're a spoiled girl, Rose Cannon." "Who spoiled me, I wonder?" she said, looking at him with a gleam of humor In her eyea. . "We're not calling namea to night," he answered, "anyway, not alnce One's gone. All my desire to throw things and be ugly vanishes when that boy geta out. So the noises at Rocky liar kept you awake?" "Tea. and I waa wakeful, anyway." She looked down at ber cup, stirring stir-ring her coffee. He thought ahe appeared ap-peared conscloua and said: "What made you wakeful, guilty conaclence?" "Guilty conscience!" she repeated in a tone that waa full of Indignant surprise. "Why should I have a guilty conaclence?" "Lord knows! Don't fire off these conundrums at me. I don't know all your aecrets, honey." She did not answer. Ha glanced furtively at her and aaw that ber face had flushed. He took a cigar from the box the butler had set at bla elbow el-bow and bit off the end. "How ahould I know the aecreta of a young lady like you? A long time ago, perhapa, I used to, after your mother died and you were ray little Itosey, fourteen yeara old. Lord, how cunning you were then! Just beginning begin-ning to lengthen out, a little woman and a little girl, both In one. You didn't have secreta In those daya or wakeful nlghta either." He applied a match to the end of the cigar and drew at it, bla eara strained for bla daughter's reply. She again made none and he ahot a quick glance at her. She wua atlll atlriing her coffee, her eyebrows drawn together, to-gether, ber eyea on the ewlrl of brown In the cup. He settled himself In his chair, a bulky figure, hla clothea ribbed with creases, bis bead low between be-tween bla shoulders, and a reek of cigar amoke Issuing from his llpa. "Ilow'd you like It up there, anyway?" any-way?" Tp where?" "I'p at Antelope. It waa a sort of strange, new experience for you." "Oh, I liked It ao murh I loved part of It. I liked the people murh better than tbe people down here, Mrs. Per ley, and Cora, and I'erley, and Wll-lougbby Wll-lougbby did you ever know a nicer man than Wllloughby? and Judge Washburne. He waa a real gentleman, gentle-man, not only In hla mannera but down in bla heart. And even Parley's boy, be waa so natural and awkward and honest. I felt dlfforeat from what I do here, more myself, less aa If outside out-side tblnga were Influencing me to do things I didn't alwaya like to do or mean to do. 1 felt aa If I were doing Just whst I ought to do It's bard to expresa It aa If I were being true." "Oh." said ber father with a falling Inflection which had a aound of significant sig-nificant comprehension. "Do you know what I mean?" she Baked. "1 can make a aort of guesa at It." He pufftd hla cigar for a moment, ttien took It from bla mouth, eyed the lit end, and said: "How'd you like Domlnick Ryan? You haven't aald anything about him." Her voire. In answering, aounded low and careful. She spoke slowly, aa If considering ber words: "I thought he wss very nice, and good looking, too. He's not a bit like Cornelia Ryan, or hla mother, either. Cornelia has such red hair." "No. looks like the old man. Good dent like him In character, too. Con Ryan was the best fellr in the world, but not hard enough, not enough grit. Hla Wife had it though, bad enough for both. If It badn'i been for her. Con would never have amounted to anything too aoft and good nitured. and the boy's like him." "How?- She raised ber head and looked directly at blm, ber llpa slightly slight-ly parted. "Sott, too. Just the same way, aoft-hearted. aoft-hearted. An easy mark for any one with a hard luck story and not too many eeruplee. Why did be marry that woman? I don't know anything about it. but I'd like to bet ahe aaw the stuff be wss made of and cried and teased and Bagged till ahe got him to do it." "I don't see that be could have don anything else." Tbat's a woman's a young girl'a rtow. That's tbe view Domlnick himself him-self probably took. It's the aort of Idea you might expect him to have,, something ornamental and impractical, impracti-cal, that'a all right to keep In the cupboard cup-board and take out and dust, but that den't do for every day use. That aort of thing la all very well for a girl, but It doesn't do for a man. It's not for this world and our times. Maybe It was all right when a feller went round In armor, fighting for unknown damsels, but it won't go in California today. The woman was a working woman, she wasn't any green girl. She earned her living in an office full of men, and 1 guess there waan't murh ahe didn't know. She aaw through Domlnlrk and gathered blm In. It'a all very well to be chivalrous, chival-rous, but you don't want to be a confounded con-founded fool." "Are you a 'confounded fool' when you're doing what you think right?" "It depends on what you think right, honey, If It'a going to break up your life, rut you off from your kind, make an outcast of you from your own folks, and a poverty-stricken outcast at that, you're a confounded fool to think It'a right. You oughtn't to let yourself think so. That kind of a moral attitude Is a luxury. Women can cutlvate It because they don't have to get out In the world and fight. They keep Indoors and get taken care of. and the queer Ideas they have don't hurt anybody. Hut men " He stopped, realizing that perhapa he was talking too frankly. He bad long known that Hose harbored tbeae Utopian theories on duty and honor, which he thought very nice and pretty for ber and which went gracefully with her character aa a sheltered, cherished, and unworldly maiden. It wss hla desire to see what effect the conversation waa having on her that made him deal ao unceremoniously with Idenla of conduct which were all wery well for Hill Cannon's daughter but were ruinous for Domlnlrk Ryan. "If you live In the world you've got to rut your cloth by Ita measure," be continued. "Look at that poor devil, tied to a woman thti'e not going to let him go If she can help It, tbat he doesn't care for" "How do you know he doean't care for her?" The interruption came In a tone of startled surprise and Rose stared at him, ber eyea wide with It. Vor a moment the old man was at a loss. He would have told any lie rather than have let her guesa hla knowledge of the situation and the information in-formation given blm by Domlnick. He realized that his zeal had made blm Imprudently garruloua, and. gazing at her with a slightly stupid expression, expres-sion, said in a low tone of self Justification: Justifi-cation: "Well, that'a my idea. I guessed It. I've heard one thing and another here and there and I've come to the con-elusion con-elusion that there'a no love loat be-iVeen be-iVeen them. It'a the natural outcome of the situation, anyway." "Yea, perhapa," she murmured. She placed her elbow on the table and pressed the tips of her fingers agalnat ber cheek. Her hand and arm, revealed re-vealed by her loose lac sleeve, looked aa If cut out of Ivory. "And then," went on her father remorselessly, re-morselessly, "the results of being a confounded fool don't atop right there. That'a one of the worst things of allowing al-lowing yourself the luxury of foolishness. foolish-ness. They go on roll right along like a wheel started on a down-hill grade. Some day that boy'll meet the right woman the one be really wanta, tbe one that belonga to blm. Hell be able to atand It all right till then. And then be'll realize Just what he'a done and what he'a up agalnat, and things may happen." The amoke wreatha were thick In front of bla face, and peering through them he aaw the young girl move her fingers from her cheek to ber forehead, fore-head, where abe gently rubbed them up and down. "Isn't that about the alze of It?" he queried, w hen she did not answer. "Yes, maybe," she said In a voice that aounded muffled. "It'll be a pretty tough proposition and it's bound to happen. A decent feller like tbat la Just the man to fall In love. And he'd be good to a woman, wom-an, he'd make her happy. He'a a good buaband lost for some nice girl." Rose's fingers ceased moving acnes her forehead. Her band rested there, shading ber eyea. For a moment the old man hla vision prerlpltated Into tbe half understood wretchedness of lomlnlrk Ryan'a poaltlon forgot her. and be said in a bushed voice of feeling: feel-ing: "Hy God. I'm sorry for the poor boy!" Ills daughter rose suddenly with a rustling of crushed silks. The sound brought blm bark In an Irstant and he leaned over the arm of hla chair, his cigar In hla left hand, hla right waving wav-ing the smoke wreaths from before hla fare. Rose'a band, pressing ber crumpled napkin on the table, shone pink In the lamplight, her shoulder gleamed white through Ita lace covering, cover-ing, but ber fare waa averted. Going up now?" he asked, leaning still fsrther over the chair arm to see ber beyond tbe lamp's wide shade. She appeared not to bear and moved toward the door. "Going to bed already. Rosey?" he asked In a louder key. "Yes. I'm tired." ber voice came a little hoarse and she did not look at klm. At the doorway ahe atopped. ber band on the edge of the portiere, and without turning, clean d her throat and aald: "Tbe cow and the chlrkens were too much fur me. I'm too sleepy to talk any more. Good night, papa." "Good night, Roeey." he anawered. The portiere fell softly, behind her, and ber footfall waa lost la the thick-aess thick-aess of tha carpets. Though be had not aeen ber face, ber father bad a a alarming, and almost terrifying Idea, I SYNOPSIS. Wll Cannn. the honantn kln. ami hi flauahter. !(". who hml pimei up Mr lornellua Ifyan'a hull at Fnn Krnnc l-o tn ''company her futher. arrive al Antelope. I lomiriiik livnn ralla on hi mother In lie a bait Invitation for hla wife, a tut la ri-fux.it The ilitcrtnliieit ol.l lady refuses lo rei-oanlte tier 'ImumIiI'T-In law, lom-tnl'k lom-tnl'k h-tit been ttai.i Inlo a tnarrWu With Iternlce Iveraou, a stenographer, aM'veral yeara hla s,-nlor Hlia iiiriiler hla money, they haVM f re, ue Ml qn,trrela, anil tie alip away. Cannon ami hla ilmiwhter ire anoweit In al Antelnpa, Itomlnlrk Ryan la reaetieil from alurtn In unron-ei'inii unron-ei'inii r lit inn ami hrnimht to Antelopa Intel. Antelope la i til off hy alortti. Koae 4'annon nnraea lioiiilnlik hark to Ufa, Two week later lt rnr dtro-er In a f,ner where hiinlniti l la ami write letla-r trying to amm-th over tlinVultle lietween them Dornltiti'k al laat I ahla In join fellow amiwhoumt prlaotiir In hotel parlor. par-lor. Me loae temper over talk f lliiforil, an ai-tor After three week, n1 of lm jitlaonment la aeen Teleitram an'1 mall errlve DomlnVk el letter Irom wlfa. Telia It' e he loean't love wife, ami never 'I ill Htormleoinil people begin to depart. Jtoae anl Imnitntik embrace., father aee them ami ttemamla an enplanatlon Koae' brother tlene I run 'In munaK-r of ram-h, aoj la t gel II If he atay colter a year. CHAPTER IX (Continued.) At dinner that evening Gen) was -very talkative. He told of hla life on tha ranch, of Ita methodical monotony, monot-ony, of Ita seclusion, for he saw little of hla nelghbora and seldom went in to the town, ftose lister d with eager Interest, and the old man with a aulky, glowering attention. At Intervals he ahot a piercing look at bis boy, eying blm aldewlse with a eogl'atlng Intent ness of observation. Hla remarks were few, but Gene waa ao loquacious that there waa little opportunity for another voice to be beard. He prattled prat-tled on Ilka a h ppy child, recounting -the minutest details of his life after the fashion of those who live much alone. , In te light of the crystal lamp that sprerd a ruffled shade of yellow silk over the center or the table, he was sen to be quite unlike his father or sister. His Jet blac k hulrand uniformly uniform-ly pale skin resembled his mother's, but Ma face In ita full, rounded contours, con-tours, rllghily turned up tiose. and eyebrows as thick aa strips of fur, dad a heavlnesa here had lacked. Some people thought blm good-looking, nnd thero waa a aort of unusual. Latin plrturcsqutneks In the combination of Ma rurty black hair, whlrh he wore rising up In a bulwark of wavea from tils forehead, his white skin, and the small, dark trustache, delicate aa an -tynbrow, that sbnded his upper lip. It was one of bis father's grievances arainst blm that be would have made a pretty girl, and that hla aoft. affectionate affec-tionate character would have been quite charming In a woman. Now, listening to him. It seemed te the older man as If It were Just the kind of talk one might expect from Gene. Tbe father bad difficulty In suppressing suppress-ing a snort of derision when he beard the young man recounting to Roae his iroublrs with bla Chinese rook. Hefore dinner waa over Gene ex -cured blmnrlf on the plea tbat be was going to the theater, "I'm aucb a hayseed now," be aald aa be roae, "that 1 don't want to miss thing. Haven't aeen a play for alx months and I'm Just crazy to aee anything. any-thing. "Monte Chrlato." "I'nrle Tom's Cabin." "Ksat Lynne." I'm not particular, par-ticular, aoythlng'll ault me." "Don't you go over to Sati Lulaf rrowled his father sulkily. "They tiave plays there sometimes, I sup-ltoae." sup-ltoae." "Oh, yes, but I'm keeping out of harm 'a way. The boya In San Luis don't anderstnnd and I'm not going to put myself In tlie way of temptation. You know, fsiher, I want that ratich." He turbed a laughing glance on bis father; and the old man, with a aheep-Ishly-dlscomfited expression, grun'ed an unintelligible reply and bent over Ms plate. He did not raise bis head till Ceene liad ei ft the room, when, looking up, be kaod bark in lis rhsir and said with a plaintive sigh : "What a damned fool that buy Is!" Roae wss up In arms at once. "Why, paps, how can you aay that! Kspeclally when you see how he'a improved. im-proved. It'a wonderful. He'a another man. You ran tell In a minute he's not been drinking, be takes such an iMereet hi everything and la so full f work and plana." "la ber aaid ber father drvly. "Maybe ao. but tbat don't prevent blm from being a damned fool." "Tom re unjust to Gene, Wby do yoa think tie s a fool 7" "Just because be happens to he on. Ton might aa will aak me wby I think the aun rises In tbe east and aets In tbe arat. That'a what It doe, and when I asy it doea. Im not criticizing or ro ptalnli.g, I'm only atatlng the plain facts" Rose msde a murmur of protest and be wnt on, "You're sjueer rattle, you women. I anppoM a feller could live In tbe world a hundred yeara and not under atand you There'a Dtlla Hyan. for example, tbe brainiest womsn I know, co a Id give most men cards snd eedes and beat m bands down. I-at night at Rorky far they were telling me that ale's written to the operator there and told hits she'll get blm a post-fton post-fton here la tbe Atlantic and Pacific Otle Corrpany. In which she's a Urge stockholder, that'll double bla salary and give him a chance he'd never have got In this world. She wanta to pay off a mortgage on a ranch I'erley has In the Sacramento Valley and she'a sent Mrs. I'erley a check for five hundred dollara. She'a offered Wllloughby a flrat rate Job on the Red Calumet group of mines near Sonora In which Con had a controlling Interest, Inter-est, and she's written to tbe doctor to come down and become one of the house physicians of the St. Fllomena Hospital, which ahe practically runs. She's ready to do all this because of what they did for Domlnick, aod yet she, his own mother, won't give the boy a cent and keeps blm on starvation starva-tion wBKea, Just becauae ahe wanta to spite his wife." He looked at his daughter across the table with narrowed eyea. "What have you got to aay for youraelf arter that, young woman?" he demanded. Rose had evidently nothing to aay. She rained ber eyebrows and shook her head by way of reply. Her face, in the flood of lamplight, looked pale and tired. She waa evidently distrait and depreased; a very different looking look-ing Rose from the girl he had taken away with him four weeks earlier. He regarded ber for an anxtoualy-con-Umpluttve moment and then aald: "What'a the matter? Seems to ma you look sort'er peaked." "I?" she queried with a surprised start. "Why, I'm quite well." "Well'a you were bafore you went up to the mines?" A color came Into ber cheeka and she lowered ber eyea: I'm a little tired. I think, and that always makes me look pale. It waa a hard sort of trip, all those boura In the sleigh, and that hotel at Rocky liar waa a dreadful place. I couldn't sleep. There waa a cow somewhere near It aounded aa If It were In the next room and the roostera all begun be-gun lo crow In the middle of tbe night. I'll be all right to-morrow." Her father drew hla coffee-cup toward him and dropped In a lump of sugnr. No word had passed between him and his daughter aa to the scene he had witnessed two daya before In the parlor of I'erley'a Hotel. She waa Ignorant or the fact that he bad aeen It and he Intended that she should remain re-main Ignorant of It. Hut the next morning he had had an Interview with Domlnlrk Ryan, In which the young man, confronted wlfn angry queatlona and goaded past reserve by shame and pain, had confessed the misery of hla marriage and the love that In an unguarded un-guarded moment had slipped beyond his control. Cannon had said little to blm. De-yond De-yond telling blm that he must not see Miss Cannon again, hla commenta on Domlnlck'a confessions had been brief and non-committal. It waa not Before Dinner Waa Over Gene Ca-cused Ca-cused Himself his business to preach to Delia Ryan'a Ry-an'a boy. and a large experience of men had given him a practically limitless lim-itless tolerance of any and all lapses of which tbe human animal la capable They only concerned hi in aa they bore on bla own affairs. In this particular rase they did bear on bla a ffalra. closely close-ly and Importantly, on the affair or all others dearest and nearest to blm the happiness or bis daughter. He knew that in this three weeks or Imprisonment Im-prisonment she bad come to feel for Domlnick Ryan a sentiment she. bad never before felt for any nran. He had seen ber In the young man'a amis. snd. knowing Rose aa be knew ber. that waa enough. Driving down from Antelope In the sleigh be thought about It bard, harder hard-er than be bad ever before in bla life thought of any sentlmentsl eomptlca-tlon. eomptlca-tlon. He waa enraged coldly and grimly enraged that bla girl should have stumbled Into such a pitfall. Hut It waa not bla babtt to wsste time and force la tbe Indulgence of profitless anger. Tbe thing bad happened. Rose, who bad been courted many times and never wanned to more than pity for ber unsuccessful suKors. bad suddenly, by a fateful, unpremeditated r v "How'd You Like Domlnick Ryan? You Haven't Said Anything About Him." ta dreasraakrrs and milliners she. owed sums that would have astounded ber busband had he known of them This did not prevent ber from still further celebrating his return by or derlng a new dress In which to greet htm and a new bat to wear the first time they went out together. How she wss to pay for these adornments, she did not know nor care. The oc radon ra-don waa to Important that It excused any extravagance, and Herny, It whose pinched, dry nature love of dress was a predominant passion, wai glad to have a raeon for adding new glories to ber wardrobe. (.TO HE CONTINUED) a different attitude toward ber. tbe poor girl might have been quite a pleassnt, easy going person. In all otber ways ahe bad been a good wife. Since their marriage, no other man had ever won a glance from ber She bad often enough assured Ikimlnirk of tbat fact, and be. for hla part, knew It to be true. She bad atnggled to keep a comfortable borne on their small Income. If she waa not congenial congen-ial to him If ber companionship waa growing daily more disagreeable was It all ber fault? He bad known ber veil before be married ber, alx months of the closest Intimacy bad made him acquainted with every fotble of ber character. It waa no atory of a youth beguiWd and deceived by a mature woman In tbe unequal duel of a draw-In draw-In room courtship. Her letter rntenslfled his ceodttioa of eelf accusation, Aafed and Irritated |