dawns!'"

A feeble cheer rose from the hundred or more who knew the doctor
personally. It was the only response the sullen crowd gave to his burst
of epic feeling. They were not in sympathy with his optimism. The
anguish of the present moment of bread-hunger and cold was too keen.
Men with empty stomachs had no historic perspective. They felt
instinctively that it was just as black for a man who starved to death
in the ideal "City of the Soul" as it was for the wretch who starved in
chains in Egypt three thousand years ago.

When the doctor sat down Stuart saw Harriet suddenly lean over, draw
his big shaggy head down and kiss him. He hadn't recognized her before.

The next speaker made his attack on the corruption and graft of our
system of government with brutal frankness. He assailed the foundations
of the Republic and at last the principles which underlie civilized
society itself. Undoubtedly he was a madman, driven insane by the
fierce struggle for bread, but none the less a dangerous maniac. With
scathing, bitter wit he flayed the corruption of our system of
democracy.

The big fat sleek captain of police had drawn near, and listened to
this part of his speech with secret enjoyment. A triumphant smile
played about the corners of his mouth. He knew that the speaker was
hitting the bull's eye now with every shot, but he squared his massive
form and looked over the cheering crowd of hungry poverty-stricken men
and women with an expression of quiet contempt. Clearly he had a very
simple and comprehensive answer. It was not necessary for him to speak
it. His whole body fairly shouted it:

"Well, what are you going to do about it, you weak-kneed, blear-eyed
scum of the earth!"

For the moment Stuart could not determine which one of the men he hated
most--the madman who was doing his best to pull the house down which
sheltered him or the stupid beast who stood over him clothed with the
supreme authority of law.

The speaker closed his tirade with a fierce personal attack on the man
who had made five millions in a corner on bread and flaunted his
ill-gotten gains in the face of starving men and women.

Nan's face flashed with sudden rage.

"Take me to my car, Jim. I've an idea--I'm going to execute it at
once."

"Wouldn't you like to meet the doctor and his daughter before you go?"

"Thanks, hardly. You know he is on Mr. Bivens's black list."

"I'd forgotten that," he answered regretfully. "I'd like awfully