DAVID AND JOAN "Joan." "Well, David?" "You have had your way with me. I have suffered you to bring me here, to make me eat and drink. Now I am ready to go. "But where? You do not look as though you had any settled lodging. We can find you a room here for awhile. You have not told me yet how it is that you are alive after all." He pushed back a mass of tangled hair and looked at her grimly. "So it was Father who told you that I was dead, eh?" "Four years ago, David; ay, and more than that." "He was a very hard man," David Strong said. "Four years ago I wrote to him--I had a chance--I wanted a few pounds only, to make a decent appearance. That was his answer. To me there came none." "He did what he believed to be right," Joan said. "You disobeyed him in going away." "It is true," h

