What wouldn't she do? she asked herself many times, to bring a
strength-giving peace to her father's troubled mind. Even Mrs. Porter,
implacably bitter against racing, must condone what was so evidently
Allis's study, if it tended to their happiness; the mother had softened
somewhat in the austerity of her opposition.

Evening after evening they had discussed the gloomy outlook, with,
always from Allis's side, a glimmer of hopeful light. The girl's patient
resolve had worn down the mother's pessimistic dread of anticipated
evil.

"You know, Allis," she had said, "how I look upon this thoroughly
unchristian pursuit. Nothing can justify it from a true woman's point of
view, absolutely nothing--not even poverty. I would willingly suffer the
loss of all we possess--that it is so little is due to this dreadful,
immoral horse racing--but I would sacrifice even what remains, if
your father were well and willing to start afresh in some occupation
befitting his noble character. I would help him, to endure every
hardship, even deprivation, without a murmur."

"But, mother," interrupted Allis, "it's impossible now; I think it
always was, for, as you know, father knew nothing of other business.
Nothing would tempt him to be dishonest in racing, and he always enjoyed
it because of his love for horses. But with all that, mother, if he had
been in a position to please you, if he had felt that we--you, and Alan,
and I--would not have suffered, I am sure he would have listened to
your pleadings and given it up. He might perhaps have gone on breeding
horses, for you wouldn't have objected to that, would you, mother?"

"No, it's the wicked associations of the race course which I felt
degraded a man of your father's character. But I'm not going to
dishearten you, Allis, nor hamper you now in your brave acceptance
of the task that has come to you, because of wrong done before. It is
distasteful to me, of course; it would be to any right-minded mother,
to have her daughter in a position so repellant; but, strange as it may
seem I'd rather you went with the horses than Alan."

"Alan couldn't go, mother; he couldn't give up his place in the bank;
besides, father has purposely kept him from racing."

"I know it, Allis; I wasn't thinking of that, though. Alan has the
gambling spirit born in him; it's not his fault; it's the visitation of
the sins of the father upon the son. It came to your father in just the
same way. No, I'm not even bl