much that was beautiful, and the possibilities
were so glorious! Sweetheart, I shall not believe you love me if you
think the world all cold and dark. I believe now the one law it needs,
or has ever needed, is love, the fulfilling of the law."

Robin shook her head, and there was a pathetic quiver about her
sensitive mouth. "Is it so? We have sung, ''Tis love, it makes the
world turn round,' but is it so? Would you give your world that one
great principle as the whole of its code of laws?"

"Yes, I would," he answered sturdily. "I should not revive a single
law, not even the Ten Commandments, nor any of their variations. You
have to read the statutes provided for unnamable crimes to understand
just how bad mankind could be. I should not bother my world with
Draco, or Solon, or Justinian, or Coke, or Blackstone. I should give
it the code of Christ, 'Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto
you, do ye even so unto them.' To love one's neighbor as
oneself,--isn't that code enough for any world? And I should make the
neighbor include every dumb creature."

She turned to him, her face radiant with love and trust.

"There is no difference between us in reality," she said: "you would
found your political economy on the teachings of Christ, and I my
religion. If we realize the unity of life, we must make our religion
our law, and our law our religion. Sometimes I think the hand of the
Lord is in it, for surely, surely, there never was a nobler man on
earth than you."

XIX

For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two.

KIPLING.

"Do you remember the name of that man we knew," said Adam one day,
"who wrote a book to prove the immortality of the body? He did prove
that various people had lived well on to two hundred years. If we were
sure of that, we might get the earth very fairly started."

Robin laughed. "We are not apparently growing any older," she said;
"but we can hardly count on more than a hundred years each."

"There is one thing you haven't taken into consideration," said Adam.
"Our children would be several thousand years ahead of the original
children of the Garden; they would be further along than you and I in
a good many ways."

"No," she said, "I haven't forgotten, but I do not know how much of a
load they would bring with them into the world. We called it heredity,
the Hindoos called it karma, and, though that is different, educators
called it the recapitulation th