by those who were fighting for a larger military
establishment. The _Morgen-Anzeiger_, in Berlin, printed a translation
with the purpose of quelling the opposition to army service, while the
reading of a chapter in the French Chamber resulted in an appropriation
for experiments in submarines. Such was the effect of my well-intended
irony. To-day, of course, the true purport of the facts, figures and
argument are better known, but then I had the chagrin of seeing my
projectile explode in the wrong camp, and I did not try to right
myself, because I feared that to explain the error might nullify the
ultimate effect of the explosion. To my mother alone did I trouble to
point out my real meaning, and then because she had been shocked to see
me assailed in her favorite journal, the _Presbyterian Searchlight_, as
a notable example of the result of philosophy unwarmed by religion.

That I should have to make my peace with my mother was not surprising,
but my old professional mentor, Mr. Hanks, loved a paradox; if he
wanted to call a man a fool, he praised him for his wisdom; if he
wished to disprove a proposition, he argued for it, adroitly exposing
its weakness, and yet he wrote to me indignantly.

"I can not understand how from the mass of facts you have gathered you
could calmly advance to so cruel an argument," he said. "Your own
figures protest against your bloodthirsty philosophy. Machiavelli's
Prince is a mollycoddle beside your ideal modern statesman. And yet,
Malcolm, you could as easily have produced a work which would have
stood for years as a reproach to the diplomacy of our time."

Dear old Hanks! It was from his suburban heart that he spoke thus, as
the father of four accomplished daughters, and not as the sceptic of
the office who was always quick to prick the bubbles of pretence. But
it was not long before he had an opportunity to turn ironical himself,
and I could fancy the grim smile with which he wrote the despatch which
sent me from the academic discussion of war to the study of war at
first hand.

"Join the Turks at once."

It was laconic. To me it said more. It was addressed to David
Malcolm, suddenly become known as an advocate of wholesale human
butchery, and told him to follow the camp and see how suffering
benefits the race, to stand by the guns and watch them take the toll
that nations pay for their aggrandizement. To-day, when the book is
understood, when peace conferences invite me