aw, sold cars, and talked of their
partnership. The firm was to be "Bannister, Paine and Beaufort"; it
was to have brains, conscience, and business acumen.

"In the order named," Truxton told the Major. "The Judge has brains,
Randy has a conscience. There's nothing left for me but to put pep
into the business end of it."

Randy worked, too, on his little story. He did not know in the least
what he was going to do with it, but it was an outlet for the questions
which he kept asking himself. The war was over and the men who had
fought had ceased to be important. He and the Major and Truxton talked
a great deal about it. The Major took the high stand of each man's
satisfaction in the thing he had done. Truxton was light-heartedly
indifferent. He had his Mary, and his future was before him. But
Randy argued that the world ought not to forget. "It was a rather
wonderful thing for America. I want her to keep on being wonderful."

The Major in his heart knew that the boy was right. America must keep
on being wonderful. Her young men must go high-hearted to the tasks of
peace. It was the high-heartedness of people which had won the war.
It would be the high-heartedness of men and women which would bring
sanity and serenity to a troubled world.

"The difficulty lies in the fact that we are always trying to make laws
to right the world, when what we need is to form individual ideals.
The boy who says in his heart, 'I want to be like Lincoln,' and who
stands in front of a statue of Lincoln, and learns from that rugged
countenance the lesson of simple courage and honesty, has a better
chance of a future than the boy who is told, 'There is evil in the
world, and the law punishes those who transgress.' Half of our
Bolsheviks would be tamed if they had the knowledge and love of some
simple hero in their hearts, and felt that there was a chance for them
to be heroic. The war gave them a chance. We have now to show them
that there is beauty and heroism in orderly living----"

He was talking to Madge. She was still with the Flippins. The injury
to her foot had been more serious than it had seemed. She might have
gone with Oscar and Flora when they left Hamilton Hill. But she
preferred to stay. Flora was to go to a hospital; Madge would not be
needed.

"I am going to stay here as long as you will let me," she said to Mrs.
Flippin; "you will tell me if I am in the way----"

Mrs. Flippin adored Madge. "It is