. "Some day the police will work
like army men, with an army man at the head of them. It won't be
politics at all then, but they'll have the backing of a man who is on
the firing line, instead of sipping tea in a swell hotel, or swapping
yarns and other things in a political club. That day is not far
distant, either, to judge from the way people are waking things up.
But we need a little different kind of preaching and reforming now."

Barton leaned back in his wheel chair and spoke reminiscently.

"Last spring I spent Sunday with a well-to-do friend of mine in a
beautiful little town up in Connecticut. We went to church. It was an
old colonial edifice, quaint, clean, and outside on the green before it
were forty or fifty automobiles, for, as my friend told me with pride,
it was the richest congregation in that part of New England.

"Inside of the church was the perfume of beautiful spring flowers which
decorated the altar and were placed in vases along the aisles. In the
congregation were happy, well-fed, healthy business men who enlivened
existence with golf, motoring, riding, good books, good music, good
plays and good dinners. Their wives were charmingly gowned. Their
children were rosy-cheeked, happy and normal.

"The minister, a sweet, genial old chap, recited his text after the
singing of two or three beautiful hymns. It was that quotation from
the Bible: 'Look at the lilies of the field. They toil not, neither do
they spin.' In full, melodious tones he addressed his congregation,
confident in his own faith of a delightful hereafter, and still better
blessed with the knowledge that his monthly check was not subject to
the rise and fall of the stock market!

"In his sermon he spoke of the beauties of life, the freshness of
spring, its message of eternal happiness for those who had earned the
golden reward of the Hereafter. He preached optimism, the subject of
the unceasing care and love of the Father above; he told of the
spiritual joy which comes only with a profound faith in the Almighty,
who observes even of the fall of the sparrow.

"Through the window came the soft breezes of the spring morning, the
perfume of buds on the trees and the twitter of birds. It was a sweet
relief to me after having left the dreary streets of the city and our
busy machine shop behind, to see the happiness, content, decency and
right living shining in the faces of the people about me. The charm of
the spring was