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ip or portmanteau he had. He put in it the things he thought he would immediately need. In his pocket were nine dollars, money he had been saving for some time. Finally he came downstairs and stood in the door of the sitting room. "What's the matter?" asked his mother, looking at his solemn introspective face. "I'm going to Chicago," he said. "When?" she asked, astonished, a little uncertain of just what he meant. "Today," he said. "No, you're joking." She smiled unbelievingly. This was a boyish prank. "I'm going today," he said. "I'm going to catch that four o'clock train." Her face saddened. "You're not?" she said. "I can come back," he replied, "if I want to. I want to get something else to do." His father came in at this time. He had a little work room out in the barn where he sometimes cleaned machines and repaired vehicles. He was fresh from such a task now. "What's up?" he asked, seeing his wife close to her boy. "Eugene's going to Chicago." "Since when?" he inquired amusedly. "Today. He says he's going right now." "You don't mean it," said Witla, astonished. He really did not believe it. "Why don't you take a little time and think it over? What are you going to live on?" "I'll live," said Eugene. "I'm going. I've had enough of this place. I'm going to get out." "All right," said his father, who, after all, believed in initiative. Evidently after all he hadn't quite understood this boy. "Got your trunk packed?" "No, but mother can send me that." "Don't go today," pleaded his mother. "Wait until you get something ready, Eugene. Wait and do a little thinking about it. Wait until tomorrow." "I want to go today, ma." He slipped his arm around her. "Little ma." He was bigger than she by now, and still growing. "All right, Eugene," she said softly, "but I wish you wouldn't." Her boy was leaving her--her heart was hurt. "I can come back, ma. It's only a hundred miles." "Well, all right," she said finally, trying to brighten. "I'll pack your bag." "I have already." She went to look. "Well, it'll soon be time," said Witla, who was thinking that Eugene might back down. "I'm sorry. Still it may be a good thing for you. You're always welcome here, you know." "I know," said Eugene. They went finally to the train together, he and his father and Myrtle. His mother couldn't. She stayed to cry. On the way to the depot they stopped at Sylvia's. "Why, Eugene," s
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