fears no evil. He's the worst boy I ever saw."
"It would hardly do for you to call him a boy to his face," said one of the men, laughing.
"I don't have much to say to him in any way," replied Matthew, "for I know very well that if we ever do get into a regular quarrel, there'll be a hard time of it. The same house will not hold us afterward—that's certain. So I steer clear of the young reprobate."
"I wonder his father don't put him to some business," was remarked. "The idle life he now leads will be his ruin."
"He was behind the bar for a year or two."
"Yes; and was smart at mixing a glass—but———"
"Was himself becoming too good a customer?"
"Precisely. He got drunk as a fool before reaching his fifteenth year."
"Good gracious!" I exclaimed, involuntarily.
