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This
last
was
the
sharpest
blow
of
all
.
For
there
followed
disturbing
pictures
of
how
their
respective
parents
or
relatives
had
taken
it
on
being
informed
of
their
sins
.
Mrs.
Ratterer
,
Tom
's
mother
,
had
cried
and
declared
her
boy
was
a
good
boy
,
and
had
not
meant
to
do
any
harm
,
she
was
sure
.
And
Mrs.
Hegglund
--
Oscar
's
devoted
but
aged
mother
--
had
said
that
there
was
not
a
more
honest
or
generous
soul
and
that
he
must
have
been
drinking
.
And
at
his
own
home
--
The
Star
had
described
his
mother
as
standing
,
pale
,
very
startled
and
very
distressed
,
clasping
and
unclasping
her
hands
and
looking
as
though
she
were
scarcely
able
to
grasp
what
was
meant
,
unwilling
to
believe
that
her
son
had
been
one
of
the
party
and
assuring
all
that
he
would
most
certainly
return
soon
and
explain
all
,
and
that
there
must
be
some
mistake
.
However
,
he
had
not
returned
.
Nor
had
he
heard
anything
more
after
that
.
For
,
owing
to
his
fear
of
the
police
,
as
well
as
of
his
mother
--
her
sorrowful
,
hopeless
eyes
,
he
had
not
written
for
months
,
and
then
a
letter
to
his
mother
only
to
say
that
he
was
well
and
that
she
must
not
worry
.
He
gave
neither
name
nor
address
.
Later
,
after
that
he
had
wandered
on
,
essaying
one
small
job
and
another
,
in
St.
Louis
,
Peoria
,
Chicago
,
Milwaukee
--
dishwashing
in
a
restaurant
,
soda-clerking
in
a
small
outlying
drug-store
,
attempting
to
learn
to
be
a
shoe
clerk
,
a
grocer
's
clerk
,
and
what
not
;
and
being
discharged
and
laid
off
and
quitting
because
he
did
not
like
it
.
He
had
sent
her
ten
dollars
once
--
another
time
five
,
having
,
as
he
felt
,
that
much
to
spare
.
After
nearly
a
year
and
a
half
he
had
decided
that
the
search
must
have
lessened
,
his
own
part
in
the
crime
being
forgotten
,
possibly
,
or
by
then
not
deemed
sufficiently
important
to
pursue
--
and
when
he
was
once
more
making
a
moderate
living
as
the
driver
of
a
delivery
wagon
in
Chicago
,
a
job
that
paid
him
fifteen
dollars
a
week
,
he
resolved
that
he
would
write
his
mother
,
because
now
he
could
say
that
he
had
a
decent
place
and
had
conducted
himself
respectably
for
a
long
time
,
although
not
under
his
own
name
.
And
so
at
that
time
,
living
in
a
hall
bedroom
on
the
West
Side
of
Chicago
--
Paulina
Street
--
he
had
written
his
mother
the
following
letter
:
DEAR
MOTHER
:
Are
you
still
in
Kansas
City
?
I
wish
you
would
write
and
tell
me
.
I
would
so
like
to
hear
from
you
again
and
to
write
you
again
,
too
,
if
you
really
want
me
to
.
Honestly
I
do
,
Ma
.
I
have
been
so
lonely
here
.
Only
be
careful
and
do
n't
let
any
one
know
where
I
am
yet
.
It
wo
n't
do
any
good
and
might
do
a
lot
of
harm
just
when
I
am
trying
so
hard
to
get
a
start
again
.
I
did
n't
do
anything
wrong
that
time
,
myself
.
Really
I
did
n't
,
although
the
papers
said
so
--
just
went
along
.
But
I
was
afraid
they
would
punish
me
for
something
that
I
did
n't
do
.
I
just
could
n't
come
back
then
.
I
was
n't
to
blame
and
then
I
was
afraid
of
what
you
and
father
might
think
.
But
they
invited
me
,
Ma
.
I
did
n't
tell
him
to
go
any
faster
or
to
take
that
car
like
he
said
.
He
took
it
himself
and
invited
me
and
the
others
to
go
along
.
Maybe
we
were
all
to
blame
for
running
down
that
little
girl
,
but
we
did
n't
mean
to
.
None
of
us
.
And
I
have
been
so
terribly
sorry
ever
since
.
Think
of
all
the
trouble
I
have
caused
you
!
And
just
at
the
time
when
you
most
needed
me
.
Gee
!
Mother
,
I
hope
you
can
forgive
me
.
Can
you
?
I
keep
wondering
how
you
are
.
And
Esta
and
Julia
and
Frank
and
Father
.
I
wish
I
knew
where
you
are
and
what
you
are
doing
.
You
know
how
I
feel
about
you
,
do
n't
you
,
Ma
?
I
've
got
a
lot
more
sense
now
,
anyhow
,
I
see
things
different
than
I
used
to
.
I
want
to
do
something
in
this
world
.
I
want
to
be
successful
.
I
have
only
a
fair
place
now
,
not
as
good
as
I
had
in
K.
C.
,
but
fair
,
and
not
in
the
same
line
.
But
I
want
something
better
,
though
I
do
n't
want
to
go
back
in
the
hotel
business
either
if
I
can
help
it
.
It
's
not
so
very
good
for
a
young
man
like
me
--
too
high-flying
,
I
guess
.
You
see
I
know
a
lot
more
than
I
did
back
there
.
They
like
me
all
right
where
I
am
,
but
I
got
to
get
on
in
this
world
.
Besides
I
am
not
really
making
more
than
my
expenses
here
now
,
just
my
room
and
board
and
clothes
but
I
am
trying
to
save
a
little
in
order
to
get
into
some
line
where
I
can
work
up
and
learn
something
.
A
person
has
to
have
a
line
of
some
kind
these
days
.
I
see
that
now
.
Wo
n't
you
write
me
and
tell
me
how
you
all
are
and
what
you
are
doing
?
I
'd
like
to
know
.
Give
my
love
to
Frank
and
Julia
and
Father
and
Esta
,
if
they
are
all
still
there
.
