both.”

“And he?”

“He said of you what you say of him: ‘Halstead is a nuisance, if not a rascal; he is for turmoil, for looting!’”

Jack disappeared along the road. Left to his reflections, Ed laid down his books and went out on the street. Again the sunset—again the face of the dead brother—again the sacred dreams of a renewed earth. He felt the impact of a strange appeal—new thoughts crowded him, and his heart swelled. If but justice could be done!” he murmured; and as he turned back into his shop: “ I cannot meet him! I cannot meet him!”

Fourth Movement

The Colonel enjoyed his family and his fortune. He enjoyed business—its excitement, its successes, even its losses within limits. He felt that he had won his wealth by skill.If others failed in that skill, and therefore failed to accumulate, was he responsible? The dangerous spirit of the times was its agitation. A man like Halstead was to Colonel Happerly warped and unnecessary—yes, more than that, a positive evil.

The Colonel was a man of brains, too. He liked books and followed the more superficial channels of the current thought. “Reform” literature, however, was in his view no better than poison, and he would no more have had it near him than to have courted the presence of dynamite.

In his personal deportment the Colonel was courteous, if not courtly, and he was generally most calm, however circumstance might internally have disturbed him. There was a stoic flavor to his nature. He had been in the war. He could