toil; I must go back and help them.
I feel like a thief, to be living in this beautiful room and hearing
these plays and concerts, when _they_ are shut out from them."

Bradley experienced a sudden impulse of rebellion. "But we have done
our best, haven't we?"

"Yes, but we must continue to do our best right along; the battle is
only half won yet, and I've enlisted to the end. Besides," she said,
looking up at him with a faint smile, "I've got to go right into your
district and pave the way for your re-election. If you expect to do
your part here, I must do my part in electing you." She looked old and
care-worn. "You know how much good it does the poor wives and mothers
to meet me and to hear me. Now, we mustn't be selfish, dear. We must
not forget that neither of us was born to idleness. I have been very
happy here with you, but there is something of John the Baptist in me:
I must go forth and utter the word--the word of the Lord."

They fell into silence again, and Bradley, facing the fire, felt a
burning pain in his staring eyes. Her presence had been so
inexpressibly sweet and helpful he could not bear to let her go. And
yet he understood her feeling. Slowly through years of thought he had
grown, till now he was level with her altruistic conception of life.
When he spoke again it was in his apparently passionless way.

"All right, Ida. We enlisted for the whole war." He was able to smile a
little as he looked up at her. "My congressional career will soon end,
anyhow."

She rose and came to him and put her arm about his neck. "As a matter
of fact, you'll work better without me, Bradley, and your public career
must not end for many years. You must keep your place for my sake as
well as for the sake of the wronged--and also for the sake of--of our
children, Bradley." Her voice grew tremulous toward the end, and a look
of singular beauty came into her face.

Bradley looked up at her with a questioning, eager light in his eyes,
then his long left arm encircled her like a shield and drew her to his
knee.

"All that I am I owe to you. _Now_, nothing can defeat me!"

THE END.

THE SUCCESSOR TO "LOOKING BACKWARD."

_Equality._

BY EDWARD BELLAMY.

12mo. Cloth, $1.25.

After years of preparation Mr. Bellamy now puts forward a work which
will command universal attention. The new book is larger and more
comprehensive than "Looking Backward." The scene is the same--that is
to say, the world of the twe