e
of sound service and clean clothes. This education must start in the
schools. We may be able to force it into public schools through the
legislatures; but in Princeton and the other great universities it has
to come from within, and that's hard; that, in a way, is up to you and
other gentle sectarians like you. And your clubs have got to stand in
some form--everywhere, if only as objectives of physical and
intellectual content. Nothing good torn from the world! Only the
evil----"

He tapped Wandel's arm.

"Driggs! If you want to go among the time-servers, to stand alone for
the people; perhaps for people yet unborn----"

"For a long time," Wandel said, "I've been looking for something I could
really want to do. I rather fancy you've found it for me, George. I want
to climb, too, always have--not to the heights we once talked about at
your unhealthy picnic, but to the furtherest heights of all, which are
guarded by selfishness, servility, sin--past which people have to be
led."

Squibs cried out enthusiastically.

"And from which you can look down with a clear conscience on the
climbers to whom you will have pointed out the path."

"I see now," Lambert put in, "that that is the only way in which one
with self-respect can look down on lesser men."

George laughed aloud.

"An ally that can't escape! Driggs is a witness. We'll hold that fine
democracy of the Argonne over your head forever."

"You see," Wandel drawled, "that was bound to fail, because it was based
on the ridiculous assumption that every man that fought was good and
great."

"I fancy," George said, "we're commencing to find out why we went to
war--To appreciate the world's and our own astigmatism."

As they walked back to the little house in Dickinson Street, Bailly
tried to express something.

"I guess," he managed, "that I'll have to call it square, George."

"I'm glad," George said, quickly, "but you must give some of the credit
to Lambert Planter's sister."

He smiled happily, wistfully.

"You know she's the most useful socialist of you all."

After a time he said under his breath:

"There are some things I never dreamed of being able to repay you, sir.
For instance this--this feeling that one is walking home."

"That debt," Bailly said, brightly, "cancels itself."

His mood changed. He spoke with a stern personal regret.

"You young men! You young men! How much farther you see! How much more
you can do!"

XXVIII

George