ly the sun, and as against it the shade.
That made up life at Heart's Desire. It was a million miles away to
any other sort of world; and that world, in so far as it had reference
to a past, was a subject not mentioned among the men of Heart's Desire.
Yet this morning there seemed to be something upon Dan Andersen's mind,
as he edged a little farther along into the shade, and felt in his
pocket for a match.

"No, you wouldn't think; just to look at me, my friend," said he, "you
wouldn't think, without runnin' side lines, and takin' elevations for
dips, spurs, and angles, that I had ever been anything but a barrister;
now, would you? Attorney and Counsellor-at-law, all hours of the day
and night: that bill of specifications is engraved on my brow, ain't
it? You like enough couldn't believe that I was ever anything
else--several things else, could you?"

His speech still failed of interest, except as it afforded additional
proof of the manner in which Yale, Harvard, Princeton, and the like
disappeared from the speech of all men at Heart's Desire. Dan Anderson
sat down in the shade, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
"My boy," said he, "you can gaze at me if you ain't too tired. As a
matter of fact, in this pernicious age of specialization I stand out as
the one glitterin' example of success in more than one line. Why, once
I was a success as a journalist--for a few moments."

There was now a certain softness and innocence in his voice, which had
portent, although I did not at that time suspect that he really had
anything of consequence upon his soul. Without more encouragement he
went on.

"My brother," said he, "when I first came out of Princeton I was
burnin' up with zeal. There was the world, the whole wide world,
plunged into an abyss of error and wrongdoin'. I was the sole and
remainin' hope. Like all great men, I naturally wanted to begin the
savin' as early as possible; and like everybody else who comes out of
Princeton, I thought the best medium for immediate salvation was
journalism. I wasn't a newspaper man. I never said that at all. I
was a journalist.

"Well, dad got me a place on a paper in New York, and I worked on the
dog-fight department for a time, it havin' been discovered that I was
noted along certain lines of research in Princeton. I knew the
pedigree and fightin' weight of every white, black, or brindle pup in
four States. Now, a whole lot of fellows come out of college