photograph above his head had come to life. She knew that jaw. She knew what it meant when it clicked in that sudden fashion.
"It's no use talking about it—I won't go back—not if I burn in Hell."
Uncle Elmer interrupted him, all the smoothness gone suddenly from his voice. "Which you will as sure as there's a God above!"
The thin, yellow, middle-aged man was transformed suddenly into the likeness of one of the more disagreeable Prophets of the Old Testament. He was cruel, savage, intolerant. Emma Downes knew the signs; she saw that Elmer was losing his temper and beginning to roll about in the righteousness that made him hard and cruel. If he went on against that set, swarthy jaw of Philip, only disaster could come of it. They would lose everything.
"We'd all better go to bed; it's late and we're all worn out—Philip and Naomi most of all. There's no hurry about deciding. When Philip's well again—"
They meant to postpone the struggle, but not to abandon it. They bade each other good-night and Aunt Mabelle, rising from her rocking-chair with difficulty, smiled and insisted on kissing Philip, who submitted sullenly. Secretly she was pleased with him as she was always pleased when she saw some one get the better of Elmer.
As the door closed beneath the horrid glare of the green-glass gas-jet, Uncle Elmer turned.
"And what will you do, Philip, if you don't go back? You'll have to start life all over again."
"I don't know," Philip answered dully. But he did know, almost, without knowing it. He knew deep down
