what has happened? Nothing very bad, I hope?'

'So bad that it couldn't be worse,' he said. 'Liz has run away.'

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CHAPTER XII.

SETTING HIS HOUSE IN ORDER.

Gladys opened her eyes.

'Run away! How? Where? I don't understand.'

'All the better if you don't,' he answered harshly. 'She's run away,
anyhow, and it's their blame. Then they come to me, after the mischief's
done, thinking I can make it right. I'm not going to stir a foot in the
matter. They can all go to Land's End for me.'

He spoke bitterly--more bitterly than Gladys had ever heard him speak
before. She stood there, with the keys on her forefinger, the picture of
perplexity and concern. She did not understand the situation, and was
filled with curiosity to know where Liz had run to.

'Have they quarrelled, or what?' she asked.

'No; I don't suppose there's been any more than the usual amount of
scrimmaging,' he said, with a hard smile. 'I don't blame Liz; she's only
what they've made her. I'll tell you what it is,' he said, suddenly
clenching his right hand, his young face set with the bitterness of his
grief and shame, 'if there's no punishment for those that bring children
into the world and then let them go to ruin, there's no justice in
heaven, and I don't believe in it.'

Gladys shrank back, paling slightly under this torrent of passionate
words. Never had she seen Walter so bitterly, so fearfully moved. He got
up from his stool, and paced up and down the narrow space between the
boxes in a very storm of indignation; and it seemed to Gladys that a few
minutes had changed him from a boy into a man.

'Dear Walter,' she said gently, 'try to be brave. Perhaps it will not be
so bad as you think.'

'It's so bad for Liz, poor thing, that it won't be any worse. She's
lost, and she was the only one of them I cared for. If she'd had a
chance, she'd have been a splendid woman. She has a good heart, only she
never had anybody to guide her.'

Gladys could not speak. She had only the vaguest idea what he meant, but
she knew that something terrible had happened to Liz. A curious
reticence seemed to bind her tongue. She could not ask a single
question.

'Just when a fellow was beginning to get on!' cried Walter rebelliously,
'this has to happen to throw him back. It was a fearful mistake trying
to better myself. I wish I had sunk down into the mud with the rest. If
I do it yet, it will be the best thing for me.'

Then Gladys i