"You clear out of here, Doug!" shouted Charleton.
"Don't you go, Doug and Judith!" sobbed Marion. "I need some one to stand by me."
"I'm standing by you, Marion," said Jimmy, who had not stirred from his chair. "I'd just as soon you'd beat me up, Charleton. A little sooner. But that isn't going to help matters."
Charleton stood glaring at his prospective son-in-law.
"Come off, Charleton!" cried Douglas disgustedly. "You are a fine one to raise trouble over a situation like this. Strikes me you've done everything you could do to bring it about."
Charleton did not seem to hear. His face was cold and hard. "Marion, you and Jimmy pack up and get out of here!"
"I can't, Dad! I'm too sick!" sobbed the girl.
"Sick or no sick, you get out of here!"
"Don't you do it, Marion!" cried Judith. "No man's got a right to act so at a time like this. I'll stick by you. Jimmy, you go get Grandma Brown. I'll bet she can fix Charleton."
Jimmy rushed out of the house.
"Now, Doug," Judith went on, walking over to take Marion's hand, "you and Charleton go on out while I have a talk with Marion."
"This happens to be my house," said Charleton. "Marion, get up and get out!"
"I can't!" repeated the girl.
"You are a fine guy to tell a fellow how to live on wine, women and horses," exclaimed Douglas, "and then raise the devil when your chickens come home to roost. We all know Little Marion was born a month before you were married."
Charleton gave Douglas an ugly look. "I'll settle with
