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Basics of Web Design
Instructor Materials Chapter 6 Test Bank
Multiple Choice. Choose the best answer.

1. The _______ is the area between the content and the border.

a. border

b. spacing

c. padding

d. margin

2. The default value for the border property for an element is:

a. 1 pixel

b. 0 pixels

c. 3 pixels

d. 10 pixels

3. When using the box model, the _____ is always transparent.

a. border

b. content

c. spacing

d. margin

4. Which of the following configures a margin for an element with the following values:

top margin 30 pixels, left margin 150 pixels, right margin 0 pixels, and bottom margin 0

pixels?

a. margin: 150px 20px 0 300px;

b. margin: top-30, left-150, right-0, bottom-0;

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c. margin: 30px 0 0 150px;

d. margin: 30px 150px 0 0;

5. Which of the following configures padding for an element with the following values:

top padding 0 pixels, left padding 10 pixels, right padding 10 pixels, bottom padding

20px?

a. padding: 0px 10px 20px 10px;

b. padding: 0 10px 20px 10px;

c. padding: 10xp 20px;

d. padding: 20px 10px 10px 0px;

6. Which of the following configures a 1 pixel, solid black border for an element?

a. border-all: #000000;

b. border: 1px solid #000000;

c. border-style: 1px solid #000000;

d. border-top: 1px solid #000000;

7. Which of the following, from outermost to innermost, are components of the box

model?

a. margin, border, padding, content

b. content, padding, border, margin

c. content, margin, padding, border

d. margin, padding, border, content

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8. The _______ is between the padding and the margin.

a. border

b. spacing

c. padding

d. content

9. Which of the following is used along with the width property to configure centered

page content?

a. margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto

b. margin: top-10, left-0, right-0, bottom-10;

c. margin: 15px 0 5px 0;

d. margin: 20px;

10. When configuring the background color of an element, the background color is

applied to both the content and ______ areas.

a. border

b. padding

c. margin

d. extra

11. Use the ________________ property to configure rounded corners with CSS.

a. border-round

b. border-radius

c. box-shadow

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d. background-corner

12. The CSS3 _______ property configures the transparency of an element.

a. opacity

b. transparency

c. background-opacity

d. opacity-background

13. A _________________ is a smooth blending of shades from one color to another.

a. transition

b. transform

c. shadow

d. gradient

14. The ___________________ property configures a shadow effect on the text

displayed within an element.

a. box-shadow

b. linear-gradient

c. text-shadow

d. shadow

15. Use the ________________ property to confine the display of the background

image.

a. background-image

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b. background-clip

c. background-origin

d. background-size

16. Use the ___________________ property to resize or scale the background image.

a. background-image

b. background-clip

c. background-origin

d. background-size

17. The letters in the acronym HSLA indicate:

a. hue, selection, lightness, alpha

b. hue, saturation, luminosity, alpha

c. hue, saturation, lightness, alpha

d. hue, shade, luminosity, alpha

18. Use the __________ property to configure a minimum width for an element

a. width

b. minimum-width

c. min-width

d. m-width

19. Use the _______ property to configure a linear gradient.

a. linear-gradient

b. background-color

c. background-image

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d. opacity

20. The CSS opacity property configures the display of _____________

a. only the background

b. only the text

c. neither the text or the background

d. both the text and the background

21. Use the __________ property to configure a maximum width for an element

a. width

b. maximum-width

c. max-width

d. width-max

22. Which of the following is NOT a valid value for the border-style property?

a. dashed

b. groove

c. solid

d. triple

True or False.

23. ____ A border can be configured on only one side of an element

24. ____ HSL color is supported by all browsers.

25. ____ A radial gradient is a smooth blending of color emanating outward from a single

point.

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Answers.

1. c

2. b

3. d

4. c

5. b

6. b

7. a

8. a

9. a

10. b

11. b

12. a

13. d

14. c

15. b

16. d

17. c

18. c

19. c

20. d

21. c

22. d

23. False

24. False

25. True

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"What time was this?"

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"I have my reasons. A lady has disappeared and I am

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Robert, and to avoid being questioned further he
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as the butcher boy was gone, he returned to the
vicinity of the sanitarium.

It was now growing dusk, and watching his chance he

climbed to the top of the stone wall which divided the
asylum grounds from that of the garden next door.
The top of the wall was rough, but with care he
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While he was on the wall he heard the gate bell ring,

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From the wall Robert could easily look into the lower
windows of the building. One room into which he
gazed was fitted up as a library, and as he gazed into
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The four men were Frederic Vernon, Dr. Remington,

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 CHAPTER XXX.
FREDERIC VERNON'S DEMANDS.
The window to the room was closed so that Robert
could not hear what the four men said.

He, however, saw them talking earnestly, and then

saw one of the strangers, probably the doctor who
ran the asylum, bring out a legal-looking document.
This Frederic Vernon urged Dr. Remington and the
second stranger to sign.

"It must be the certificate to prove that Mrs. Vernon is

insane," thought Robert. "I believe such a document
has to be signed by two doctors, and Frederic Vernon
is urging Remington and that other physician to do
the dirty work for him." Robert's surmise was correct,
as later events proved.

Remington did not wish to give the certificate until he

was certain that Frederic Vernon would pay over the
ten thousand dollars which had been promised to
him.

"I've got to have my pay," he said, in a low but

earnest manner.

"You'll get it," returned Vernon. "You can trust me."

"Humph! I trusted you before," growled the doctor.

"Well, you know why I went off--merely to induce my
aunt to return to Chicago."

"Your money will be safe."

"And how about my money?" put in the second

physician.

"You shall be paid, Dr. Carraway."

"You must remember that it is a ticklish business, this

signing a certificate when the party isn't--ahem--just
as bad as she might be."

"And I must have my money," put in Dr. Rushwood. "I

am running a risk, too."

"What risk will you run if you have your certificate?"

questioned Frederic Vernon. "You can fall back on that
in case of trouble."

"Mrs. Vernon's friends may have us all arrested for

conspiracy. It's a big risk."

"Well, every man of you shall be paid," said Frederic

Vernon. "As soon as the excitement of the affair
blows over, I'll take charge of all my aunt's property
and then I'll have money to burn, and lots of it. Why,
she's worth half a million."

So the talk ran on, until Dr. Remington and Dr.

Carraway agreed to sign the certificate, and did so.
This paper was then turned over to Dr. Rushwood,
who placed it on file in his safe. Following this the
keeper of the asylum brought out some wine and
cigars, and half an hour was spent in general
conversation.
Then Frederic Vernon said he would like to talk to his
aunt for awhile.

Dr. Rushwood led the way to an apartment on the

third floor. The room had once been well furnished,
but the furnishings were now dilapidated, the carpet
being worn threadbare and the furniture being
scratched and broken. One small window lit up the
apartment, and this was closely barred.

Frederic Vernon knocked on the door, but received no

answer.

"Can I come in, aunt?" asked the young spendthrift.

At once there was a rustle in the room.

"Yes, Frederic, come in," came in Mrs. Vernon's voice.

Dr. Rushwood opened the door and the young man

entered. Then the doctor locked the door again.

"When you want to get out just call me," he said

significantly, and walked away.

"Frederic, what does this mean?" demanded Mrs.

Vernon. By her face it was plain to see that she had
been weeping.

"Don't excite yourself, aunt," responded the young

rascal soothingly. "It is all for the best."

"What is for the best?" demanded the lady.

"That you are here."

"But I do not wish to be here, and you have no right

to place me here."
"It is for your good, aunt."

"I understand you, Frederic, but let me tell you your

wicked plot against me shall not succeed."

"I have no plot against you, aunt. If you wish to know

the truth, let me tell you that your mind is not just
what it should be. For a long while you have imagined
that I was your enemy, while all your friends know
that I have been your best friend."

"Indeed! Were you my friend when you forged my

name to that check for six hundred dollars?"

Frederic Vernon winced, but quickly recovered.

"You do me a great injustice when you say I forged

your name. I was never guilty of any such baseness."

"I know better."

"That is only another proof of your hallucination,

aunt. But the doctor says if you will submit to his
treatment you will be quite cured in a few months."

"I need no treatment, for my mind is as clear as

yours, perhaps clearer. I want you and those wicked
men who helped place me here to let me go."

"Such a course is impossible, and you must make

yourself content with your surroundings. The room is
not furnished as nicely as you may wish, but I will
have all that changed in a day or two, as soon as I
can get my other affairs straightened out."

"You will profit nothing by your high-handed course,

Frederic. In the past I have been very indulgent
toward you, but if you insist upon keeping me here
against my will, when once I do get free I will let the
law take its course."

The lady spoke so sharply and positively that Frederic

Vernon was made to feel decidedly uncomfortable. He
had carried matters with a high hand, and he realized
that should the game go against him, the reckoning
would be a bitter one.

"I would let you go, aunt, but I am certain I am

acting for your own good. And now I want to talk
business to you."

"If you do not give me my freedom I do not wish to

say another word," answered the lady shortly.

"You must give me the combination of your safe."

"So that you can rob me again, eh? No, I will do

nothing of the sort."

Frederic Vernon's face grew dark.

"You had better not defy me, aunt. I am bound to

have the combination sooner or later."

"You will not get from me. Nor from Robert, either, I
am thinking."

"I will get it somehow."

"Will you send Robert or Mr. Farley to me?"

"I cannot do that--just yet."

"Why not--if you are honest in your actions toward

me?"
"Because it is against the doctor's orders. He says you
must remain very quiet. It is the only hope of
restoring you to your full mental health again."

"Very well then, Frederic. But remember what I said.

If I ever get away again you shall suffer the full
penalty of the law."

"You won't give me that combination?"

"No."

Mrs. Vernon remained obdurate, and a little while

later the young man called Dr. Rushwood.

"You must be careful and watch her closely," said

Frederic Vernon to the keeper of the asylum, as the
pair walked downstairs. "She is clever, and will try to
get the best of you if she can."

Dr. Rushwood smiled grimly.

"Don't worry about me, Vernon," he replied. "I've

never yet had one of them to get the best of me."

"I am afraid it will take several days to break her

down. At present I can do nothing with her."

"Perhaps I had better put her on a diet of bread and

water. That sometimes fetches them," suggested the
keeper of the asylum brutally.

"I am afraid she may do something desperate. She is

a nervous, high-strung woman, remember."

"I've had all kinds to deal with, and I never miss it in

judging them. You just leave the whole thing to me.
When will you come again?"

"That must depend upon circumstances. Perhaps to-

morrow afternoon."

"Will you take charge of her affairs at once?"

"I must feel my way before I do that. You see my

aunt had a private secretary. He is nothing but a boy,
but he may cause us a lot of trouble."

"Better discharge him at once, then, and make him

turn over all his private business to you."

"That is what I intend to do."

"You said something about getting the combination of

her safe."

"She wouldn't give it to me. But it won't matter so

much. I can get an expert to open the safe--after I
have sent that private secretary about his business,"
concluded Frederic Vernon.
 CHAPTER XXXI.
ROBERT DECIDES TO ACT.
To go back to Robert at the time he was watching the
four men in the room on the ground floor of the
sanitarium.

Our hero saw the certificate signed, and a little later

saw Dr. Remington and his friend arise to depart.

He leaped from the fence and ran around to the front

of the grounds, and was just in time to see
Remington and his companion stalk off in the
direction of the nearest street car.

At first he thought to have the pair arrested, but on

second thought concluded to wait. He must first have
positive proof that Mrs. Vernon had been brought to
the place, and that these men were implicated in the
plot against the lady.

"It's one thing to know a truth," thought Robert. "It's

another thing to prove it. I must wait until I can prove
what I suspect."

After the two men had gone the youth walked around
to the rear of the institution once more.

Some trees hid the upper windows from view, and to

get a better sight of these Robert climbed one of the
trees to the very top.
From this point he could look into several apartments.

The sight in one made his heart sick. On a bed lay an

old man, reduced to almost a skeleton. The old man
had his fists doubled up, and seemed to be fighting
off some imaginary foe.

The next window was dark, and our hero turned to

the third.

The sight that met his gaze here startled him. In a

chair near the narrow window sat Mrs. Vernon, while
in the center of the apartment stood her graceless
nephew.

The conversation between the pair has already been

given. Robert could not hear what was being said, but
he saw every action, and saw that Mrs. Vernon was
pleading to be released.

When Frederic Vernon went below, our hero slid down

the tree and ran once more to the front of the house.

He saw Vernon come out and start for the street car
line. It was now dark, and he managed to keep quite
close to the young man without being discovered.

Now that he had seen Mrs. Vernon, Robert's mind

was made up as to what he should do.

Frederic Vernon had to wait several minutes for a car.

When it came along he hurried to a forward seat and
gave himself up to his thoughts. As before, Robert
kept on the rear platform.

The center of the city being reached, Frederic Vernon

left the car and took his way to a leading hotel.
Watching him, Robert saw the young man get a key
from the night clerk and enter the elevator.

As soon as Vernon was out of sight Robert entered

the hotel office and asked if he might look over the
register.

"Certainly," answered the clerk.

Our hero soon found the entry, "Frederic Vernon,

Chicago," and after it the number of his room--643.

"Mr. Vernon is stopping here, I see," he said to the

clerk.

"Yes, he just went up to his room. Do you want to see

him?"

"I won't bother him to-night, thank you," rejoined

Robert, and walked out.

He felt pretty certain that Frederic Vernon had retired

for the night, but in order to make certain he hung
around for the best part of an hour. As Vernon did not
re-appear he concluded that the young man had gone
to bed.

"Now to find Mr. Farley and explain everything to

him," said Robert.

In looking over the directory he found a long list of

people by that name, and of this list three were
lawyers.

Which of the three could be the man he was after

was the question.
"I'll have to go it blind," said our hero to himself, and
called a passing hack.

Soon he was on his way to the nearest of the three

residences of the lawyers who bore the same family
name. When he arrived he found a rather tumbled-
down looking place. Telling the hackman to wait for
him, he ran up the steps and rang the bell.

No answer was returned and he rang again. Presently

an upper window was thrown up, and a head thrust
out.

"What's wanted?" asked a deep bass voice.

"I am looking for Mr. Farley, the lawyer," answered

Robert.

"All right, I'm your man."

"Hardly," thought Robert.

"I mean Mr. Farley who has his office in the Phoenix
Building," he went on, aloud.

"Oh!" came the disappointed grunt. "I am not the

fellow."

"So I see. Will you please tell me where he lives?"

"Somewhere out on Michigan Avenue. I don't

remember the number." And with this the upper
window was closed with a bang.

"That man doesn't believe in being accommodating,"

said Robert to himself. "However, there is no telling
how many times he has been bothered by people
looking for other Farleys."

He had the address of the Farley living on Michigan

Avenue, and told the hackman to drive to it. The
distance was covered in quarter of an hour. A sleepy-
looking servant answered our hero's summons.

"Is Mr. Farley at home?"

"He is, but he went to bed long ago."

"Will you tell him that Robert Frost is here and wishes
to see him on important business?"

"Yes, sir."

Robert was ushered into a library and the servant

went off. Soon Mr. Farley appeared, in dressing gown
and slippers.

"Why, Frost, what brings you here this time of night?"

he asked, as he came in.

"I suppose you are surprised, Mr. Farley, but

something quite out of the ordinary has happened,
and I want your advice."

"I will assuredly do the best I can for you. What is the
trouble?"

"Frederic Vernon has carried off Mrs. Vernon and had

her placed in an asylum for the insane."

The lawyer emitted a low whistle.

"Is it possible!" he ejaculated.

"It is, sir. I hunted for Mrs. Vernon for several hours,
and just located her a little while ago. She is confined
in Dr. Rushwood's Sanitarium for the Weak-Minded, as
the institution is called."

"I have heard of the place, and, let me add, Dr.

Rushwood's reputation is none of the best."

"How Frederic Vernon got her there is still a mystery

to me, but she is there, and I am pretty certain that
he has got his tool, Dr. Remington, and another
physician to certify that she is insane."

At this announcement the lawyer's face fell.

"In that case we may have considerable trouble in

procuring her release."

"But she is no more insane than you or I."

"That is true, and I presume an examination in court

will prove the fact."

"I can testify that Frederic Vernon plotted this whole

thing out with Dr. Remington, and offered the doctor
ten thousand dollars for his assistance."

"That will be good evidence in Mrs. Vernon's favor."

"We can prove, too, that Vernon forged his aunt's

name to a check for six hundred dollars."

"Yes, I know that. I saw the forged check myself."

"And we can prove that he followed her to England

and tried to take her life," added Robert. And then he
told the particulars of the perilous carriage ride along
the cliff and of how Frederic Vernon had been caught
by Farmer Parsons.

"I guess we'll have a pretty clear case against that

young man," said Mr. Farley, after Robert had
finished.

Our hero then told of his following Frederic Vernon

from Mrs. Vernon's mansion, and of what he had seen
while hanging around Dr. Rushwood's institution.

"We ought to rescue Mrs. Vernon at once," he

concluded. "If we don't Frederic Vernon may take it
into his head to do her harm."

"I think we had better have Vernon and Dr.

Remington arrested first," answered the lawyer.

He returned to his room above and donned his street

clothing. A little later he and Robert were driven to
the office of the private detective who had been
engaged to hunt up Frederic Vernon.

"He is around town," said Brossom. "I've seen him.

He is thick again with that Dr. Remington." He had
learned a few things, but was astonished when
Robert told his tale.

"Why, you ought to be a detective yourself, young

man," he cried.

"Thanks, but I don't care for the work," was our

hero's dry response.

Brossom agreed that it would be best to arrest

Frederic Vernon without delay. The arrests of Dr.
Remington and the other physician could then follow.
Again the hack was called into service, and they
proceeded to the hotel at which Frederic Vernon had
been stopping since his return to the city by the Great
Lakes.

"I will see Mr. Vernon now, if you please," said Robert.

"Sorry, but Mr. Vernon went out about half an hour

ago," was the clerk's answer, which filled our hero
with dismay.
 CHAPTER XXXII.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
"Gone!"

"Yes, sir."

"Did he say where to?"

"He did not."

"Did he say he would be back?"

"No, he said nothing, just handed over his key and

went off as fast as he could."

Our hero turned to the lawyer.

"What do you make of this?" he asked.

"Perhaps he has gone to the asylum," suggested Mr.

Farley.

"Or to Mrs. Vernon's residence," put in the detective.

"He may have gone to rejoin Dr. Remington and that

other physician," said Robert.

The three talked the matter over for some time, but
could reach no satisfactory conclusion regarding
Frederic Vernon's departure from the hotel.
"I think it will be best to take the bull by the horns,
and have Mrs. Vernon released without delay," said
the detective. "Unless we do that her nephew may
get it into his head to have her taken a long distance
off."

This was thought good advice, and leaving the hotel

they told the hackman to drive them to Dr.
Rushwood's Sanitarium.

"Sure an' I'm havin' a long spell av it," grinned the

Jehu.

"So you are," answered Robert. "But you shall be fully

paid for your work."

"Is somethin' wrong?"

"Very much wrong, and we are going to set it right."

"Thin Mike Grady is wid yez to the end," said the hack
driver, as he slammed shut the door of his turnout.

When they reached the asylum they saw that all of

the lower rooms were dark. In two of the upper
apartments lights were burning.

"Come around and I will show you the room in which

Mrs. Vernon is confined," said our hero.

They walked to the rear of the institution and Robert

pointed up through the tree at the window.

As they looked up Mrs. Vernon's face appeared from

behind the bars.
"There she is!" cried Robert. "I wish I could attract
her attention."

He decided to climb the tree again, and aided by the

detective he went up with all possible speed.

One branch grew closer to the window than the

others, and Robert went out on this as far as he
dared. Then he waved his handkerchief.

Even in the darkness the white object fluttering in the

wind attracted Mrs. Vernon's attention, and she
looked intently in the direction.

At last she recognized Robert, and her face showed

her joy. She had had the window shut to exclude the
cool night air, but now she raised the sash.

"Robert!" she cried softly. "Oh, how glad I am that

you have come!"

"Don't speak too loudly, Mrs. Vernon, or they may

hear you."

"Are you alone?"

"No, Mr. Farley is below, and also a private detective."

"Thank God for that. You have come to save me, of

course."

"Yes. Is anybody around, or have they all gone to

bed?"

"I have seen nobody since my nephew was here

several hours ago."
"I wish I could get to the window, I would soon have
those bars out and get in to help you," went on
Robert, after a pause.

"Never mind, tell Mr. Farley and the detective to go

around to the front door and demand admittance."

Robert descended to the ground and repeated what

the lady had said.

The men and our hero walked to the great iron gate
and rang the bell.

Nobody answered the summons.

"We had better climb the fence and try the front
door," said Brossom.

"I'm afraid I am not equal to it," answered Mr. Farley,

as he surveyed the iron barrier dubiously.

"There is an easy way to get into the garden from the

rear end of that dividing wall," said Robert, pointing
out the wall in question. "Come along."

The spot was soon gained, and the boy leaped up on

the wall. Mr. Farley came next, and the detective
followed. They picked their way through the tangled
shrubbery, and ascending the piazza rang the bell
loudly.

The bark of a dog rang out, and then they heard

hasty footsteps sound through the hallway.

"Who is there?" came in a high-pitched voice.

"I wish to see Dr. Rushwood on important business,"
answered Mr. Farley. "Let me in at once."

"Wait till I call the doctor," was the reply.

The dog continued to bark and to rattle his chain. A

few minutes passed, and then Dr. Rushwood put in
appearance.

"Wha--what is the meaning of this?" he stammered,

as he found himself confronted by three people, when
he had expected to see only one person.

"We have important business with you, Dr.

Rushwood," replied Mr. Farley, as he forced his way
into the hall, followed by the detective and Robert.

"What is your business?"

"You have a lady confined here--Mrs. Vernon."

The keeper of the asylum changed color and fell back

a step.

"Well--er--what do you want?" he stammered.

"We want you to release the lady at once."

"But she is confined here as a--a person of--of weak

mind."

"She is all right, and you know it," put in Robert. "If
you try to make any trouble for us it will go hard with
you, I can promise you that."

"And who are you to threaten me?" demanded Dr.

Rushwood.
"I am Robert Frost, Mrs. Vernon's private secretary.
Mrs. Vernon has been confined here through a plot
hatched out by her worthless nephew, Frederic
Vernon, and his tool, Dr. Remington."

"The young man tells the truth," put in Mr. Farley. "If
you wish to keep out of trouble you will make us no
trouble."

"And you are----?" faltered Rushwood.

"I am Louis Farley, the lawyer."

"And I am Frank Brossom, the detective," put in that

individual. "Doctor, the game is up, and you had
better retire as gracefully as you can."

"Retire?" thundered Dr. Rushwood, who felt that he

must put on a front. "I have done nothing of which I
am ashamed. The lady is here on the certificate of
two doctors. If anything is wrong----"

"You will right it, of course," finished the detective,

thus affording Rushwood a loop-hole through which
he might escape. "Very well, take us up to the lady."

"Of course I will right anything that is wrong."

"Then take us up to Mrs. Vernon," put in Robert, and

started for the stairs.

"See here, it seems to me that you are very forward,"

blustered the doctor.

"I shall not waste time with you," answered Robert. "I
know where Mrs. Vernon is, and I am going up to
her," and he began to ascend the stairs.
"Be careful, young man, or I may loosen my dog."

"If you do he'll be a dead animal in about two

seconds," answered Brossom.

Robert ran up to the third floor of the house, and

speedily found Mrs. Vernon's room.

Luckily the key to the door was on a nearby peg, and

he quickly took it down and let himself into the
apartment.

The lady was waiting for him, and almost threw

herself into his sturdy arms.

"Robert!" she cried. "Oh, what a friend you have

proved to be!"

Mr. Farley followed our hero, and then came the

doctor and the detective.

Dr. Rushwood felt that the game was indeed up, and
to save himself insisted that he had been imposed
upon.

"I told the other doctors that Mrs. Vernon did not act
like a very crazy person," he said. "But they assured
me that she was in the habit of having violent spells."

Robert assisted Mrs. Vernon down to the lower floor

and then a servant was called upon to unlock the
gate leading to the road.

The hack was in waiting, and without listening to any

more Dr. Rushwood might have to say, the party got
in and were driven directly for Mrs. Vernon's mansion.
Here it was decided that Robert should remain with
Mrs. Vernon until morning, while Mr. Farley returned
home and the detective went on a hunt for Frederic
Vernon and his accomplices.

Mrs. Vernon was very nervous because of her bitter

experience, and had Robert occupy a room next to
her own, while William the butler was requested to do
his sleeping on a couch in the hall.

It must be confessed that our hero slept but little

during the remainder of the night. His thoughts were
busy concerning the rescue and what Frederic Vernon
would do next. He was exceedingly thankful that he
had been able to render such signal service to the
lady who had been so much of a friend to him.

On the following morning Mr. Farley put in an

appearance, and steps were taken to proceed against
Frederic Vernon and those who had aided him in his
wicked plot against his aunt. But these steps proved
of no avail, for, later on, it was discovered that the
rascally nephew had taken a lake steamer to Canada.
From Canada Frederic Vernon drifted to the West, and
then joined a gold hunting party bound for Alaska. He
was caught in a blizzard while out among the mines,
and was so badly frozen that recovery was
impossible. He sent word to his aunt, telling of his
condition, and she forwarded sufficient money for him
to return to Chicago. Here he lingered in a hospital for
several months, and then died. Before his death he
professed to be very sorry for his many wrong-doings,
and told where he had pawned the balance of the
jewelry he had stolen, and the articles were
eventually recovered.
Dr. Remington also disappeared, as did Dr. Carraway,
and what ever became of them Robert never learned.
 CHAPTER XXXIII.
ROBERT'S HEROISM--CONCLUSION.
It took several days to straighten matters out around
the Vernon household, and so Robert's proposed visit
home had to be deferred until the middle of the week
following.

Mrs. Vernon was truly grateful to the youth for all he

had done, and did not hesitate to declare that she
was going to make him her principal heir when she
died.

"You did nobly, Robert," she said. "Your mother

should be proud of you. No woman could have a
better son."

As Frederic Vernon had disappeared, the scandal was

hushed up, the detective paid off, and there the
matter was allowed to drop. This was a great relief to
Dr. Rushwood, who had dreaded an exposure. But
exposure soon came through another so-styled
patient, and the doctor had to depart in a great hurry,
which he did, leaving a great number of unpaid bills
behind him.

One day came a letter for Robert, which made him

feel very sober. It was from his mother.

"I wish you would come home and assist me in

my money affairs," wrote Mrs. Talbot. "Mr. Talbot
had asked me for more than I am willing to lend
 him, and lately he has taken to drink and is
making me very miserable."

"The wretch!" muttered Robert, when he had finished

the communication. "What a pity mother ever threw
herself away on such a man. I'll run home this very
afternoon," and receiving permission from Mrs.
Vernon he hurried up and caught the first train
leaving after the lunch hour.

Robert had not been to Granville for a long time, and

he felt rather strange as he stepped off the train. No
one was at the depot to receive him, yet he met
several people that he knew.

"Why if it aint Robert Frost!" cried Sam Jones, his old

school chum. "How are you getting along, Robert?
But there's no need to ask, by the nice clothes you
are wearing."

"I am doing very well, Sam," replied our hero. "And

how are you faring?"

"Pretty good. I am learning the carpenter's trade."

"I see."

"Come home to stay?"

"No, just to see my mother."

Sam Jones' face fell a little.

"It's too bad she's having such a hard time of it,

Robert--indeed it is."

"So you know she is having a hard time?"

"Why, everybody in Granville knows it. Mr. Talbot is
drinking like a fish, and using up her money fast, too,
so they say."

"It's a shame," muttered Robert. "It's a wonder

mother didn't write before."

"Going up to the house now?" continued Sam.

"Yes."

"You'll be in time for a jolly row. I just saw your step-

father going up there, and he was about half full."

"It's too bad, Sam. I'll have to do the best I can. I

wish my mother would come to Chicago and live with
me."

The two boys separated, and our hero continued on

his way to what had once been his happy home.

The main street of Granville was a winding one, and

after running away from the railroad for a short
distance, it crossed the tracks a second time and then
led up a hill, on the top of which was built the Frost
homestead.

As Robert approached the railroad he saw a familiar

figure ahead of him, reeling from side to side of the
dusty roadway. The figure was that of his step-father.

The sight filled him with disgust, and he did not know
whether to stop and speak to the man or pass him by
unnoticed.

While he was deliberating James Talbot reeled down

to the railroad tracks, staggered, and fell headlong.
He tried to rise, but the effort seemed a failure, and
then he sank down in a drunken stupor.

"He is too drunk to walk any further," thought Robert.

"Oh, what a beast he is making of himself! If he----"

Our hero broke off short, as the whistle of an

approaching train reached his quick ears. The
afternoon express was coming--along the very tracks
upon which his step-father lay!

The boy's heart seemed to stop beating. The drunken

man was unconscious of his danger--he could not
help himself. Supposing he was left where he lay?
There would be a rushing and crushing of heavy
wheels, and then all would be over, and this man,
who was not fit to live, would be removed from the
Frost path forever!

This was the thought that came into Robert's mind, a

thought born of the Evil One himself. But then came
another thought, as piercing as a shaft of golden
light, "Love your enemies." The boy dropped the
valise he was carrying and leaped forward madly.

"Get up! get up!" he yelled, as he caught the drunken

man by the arm. "Get up! The train is coming!"

"Whazzer mazzer!" hiccoughed James Talbot dreamily.

"Lemme alone, I shay!"

"Get off the railroad track!" went on Robert. "The

train is coming!"

"Train!" repeated the drunkard. "I--hic--don't shee no

train."
But now the whistle sounded louder than ever, and
around the turn of the hill appeared the locomotive of
the express, speeding along at a rate of fifty-five
miles an hour. The sight caused Robert's heart to
thump loudly, while James Talbot gazed at the iron
monster as though transfixed with terror.

"We're lost!" he screamed hoarsely, and then

straightened out and sank back like one dead.

What happened in the next few seconds Robert could

hardly tell in detail. He had a hazy recollection of
catching his step-father by the leg and jerking him
from the track and falling down on top of him. Man
and boy rolled into a dry ditch, and as they went
down the express thundered by, the engineer being
unable to stop the heavy train short of twice its own
length. And when Robert came to his senses he was
lying on a grassy bank and Sam Jones and several
others were bathing him with water.

"My step-father--is he saved?" were the youth's first

words.

"Yes, he was saved," answered one of the men. "But

he seems to be suffering from another stroke of
paralysis."

Robert soon felt strong enough to get up, and asked

for his valise, which was handed over to him. His
brave deed had been witnessed by Sam Jones and a
farmer who had been driving toward the railroad
crossing. Both of these explained to the crowd how
our hero had risked his life to save that of his
intoxicated step-father.
A stretcher was procured and Mr. Talbot was placed
upon this and carried to his home. The whole lower
portion of his body seemed to be paralyzed and he
spoke with great difficulty. Strange to say the shock
had completely sobered him.

It was a strange meeting between Mrs. Talbot and

Robert. Tears were in the eyes of the mother, tears
which only her son understood. With great care
James Talbot was carried to a bed-chamber on the
second floor of the house and here made as
comfortable as possible, while one of the neighbors
went off to summon a doctor.

"They tell me you risked your life to save him,"

whispered Mrs. Talbot to Robert. "Oh, Robert, my
boy! my only boy!" And she clasped him about the
neck and burst into a passionate fit of weeping.

When the doctor had made a careful examination he

looked very grave.

"The shock is a heavy one, Mrs. Talbot," he said. "And

coming on top of that which he had some time ago, is
likely to prove serious."

"Do you mean he will die?" she asked quickly.

"'While there is life there is hope,' that is all I can

say," said the physician, and then gave directions as
to what should be done for the sufferer.

In the morning James Talbot was no better, physically,

although able to talk a little. From his wife he learned
what Robert had done for him.
"He's a good boy," he whispered huskily. "A better
boy than I am a man."

"James, when you get well you must give up

drinking," she replied.

"I won't get well, Sarah--I feel it. But I won't drink
any more, I promise you." And then she kissed him
on the forehead. She had loved him once, and now,
when he lay helpless, she could not help but love him
again.

Two days later it was evident that the end was

drawing near. Before this came he asked for his wife
and told her to bring Robert. When the two were at
his bedside he placed their hands one within the
other.

"Robert, I'm going," he said slowly and painfully. "Will

you forgive the past?"

"I will," answered Robert. His emotion was such that

he could scarcely speak.

"And, Sarah, will you forgive me, too?" went on the

dying man, turning his yearning eyes toward his wife.

"Oh, James, James, there is nothing to forgive!" she

wailed, and fell on his bosom.

"I've done a good deal of wrong, and this is the end

of it. Robert, be a good boy and take care of your
mother, for she is the best woman in the world. I--I--
wish--I had--been--better too. If I----"

James Talbot tried to say more, but could not. A

spasm had seized him, and when it was over the