Excerpt from The Improvement Era, Vol. 37: June, 1934 It was this attitude and the te marks of those three boys who had remained to face him, more than the insult, which fired Max's rage. Trying his best to master and hide it before he entered his home, he hesitated at the front gate. He scowled when he looked across 'the fields to see far in the distance the great stone mansion of Colonel Dulaney. A group of big'stone barns and outbuildings lay off to its left. Just over the brow of the hill beyond them lay the immense powder mills where his father had met his death. Max's gaze wandered from the mansion to his own lowly cottage. Which was home for his mother and himself. Those great build ings represented wealth; his own cottage near poverty. Sometimes even direst need. That compar ison, the recent insult, aroused a burning resentment, and he made up his mind that he would not longer live under the stigma. The sun had gone beyond the western bills by the time Max had made ready for supper. When he went in at his mother's call, he had carefully hidden all traces of his feelings. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.