carried the family so far, there was a gentler side to his nature that was wanting in his younger brother. The development of this was peculiarly in his relationship with his mother, who in turn gave him a tenderness of affection of which few dreamed her capable. A desire, born of all that was womanly in her masculine nature, had been fed by this son's love, which was in strong contrast to the awe and deference accorded her by most of her relatives. It was no easy task for her to turn for aid to any one, but if she was forced to do so, it was naturally to Charles she would go. On the other hand, he knew her well enough to know that an appeal struck its roots deep before it could bring her to such a course.
"Is it you, Charles, who are having this woman hunted down?"
"What woman, mother?" he asked in surprise.
She seemed to find difficulty in answering; but after a struggle, raised her head almost defiantly, and said in a hard, cold voice:
"The mother of Theodore Wing."
