s to hide an inner tenderness, and on the train he was hail
fellow well met with every Tom, Dick and Harry that commuted,--although
the word was not invented in those days,--and the conductor and brakeman
too. But he had his standards, and held to them....

Mine was not a questioning childhood, and I was willing to accept the
scheme of things as presented to me entire. In my tenderer years, when
I had broken one of the commandments on my father's tablet (there were
more than ten), and had, on his home-coming, been sent to bed, my mother
would come softly upstairs after supper with a book in her hand; a book
of selected Bible stories on which Dr. Pound had set the seal of his
approval, with a glazed picture cover, representing Daniel in the lions'
den and an angel standing beside him. On the somewhat specious plea that
Holy Writ might have a chastening effect, she was permitted to minister
to me in my shame. The amazing adventure of Shadrach, Meshach and
Abednego particularly appealed to an imagination needing little
stimulation. It never occurred to me to doubt that these gentlemen had
triumphed over caloric laws. But out of my window, at the back of the
second storey, I often saw a sudden, crimson glow in the sky to the
southward, as though that part of the city had caught fire. There were
the big steel-works, my mother told me, belonging to Mr. Durrett and
Mr. Hambleton, the father of Ralph Hambleton and the grandfather of
Hambleton Durrett, my schoolmates at Miss Caroline's. I invariably
connected the glow, not with Hambleton and Ralph, but with Shadrach,
Meshach and Abednego! Later on, when my father took me to the
steel-works, and I beheld with awe a huge pot filled with molten metal
that ran out of it like water, I asked him--if I leaped into that
stream, could God save me? He was shocked. Miracles, he told me, didn't
happen any more.

"When did they stop?" I demanded.

"About two thousand years ago, my son," he replied gravely.

"Then," said I, "no matter how much I believed in God, he wouldn't save
me if I jumped into the big kettle for his sake?"

For this I was properly rebuked and silenced.

My boyhood was filled with obsessing desires. If God, for example, had
cast down, out of his abundant store, manna and quail in the desert,
why couldn't he fling me a little pocket money? A paltry quarter of
a dollar, let us say, which to me represented wealth. To avoid the
reproach of the Pharisees, I went into the