w," he pursued after a moment's thought, "I'm sometimes
tempted to wish that I could change place with you and get beaten into
shape for some serious work. It's the only thing in life that counts,
when you come to think of it," he concluded with an irritation directed
less against himself than against his fate.

"Well, I can't say I'd object to standing in your shoes for a while,"
rejoined Adams, "I've a taste for the particular brand of cigar you
smoke."

"Oh, they're good enough--in fact everything is good enough--it comes
too easily, that's the trouble. I've never found anything yet that was
seriously worth trying for."

Adams regarded him for a moment with a smile, to which his whimsical
humour lent a peculiar attraction.

"I, on the other hand, have tried pretty hard for some things I didn't
get," he answered, "the difference between us, I guess, is that I had a
tough time in my youth and you didn't. A man's middle age is usually a
reaction from his youth."

"I've never had a tough time anywhere," replied Kemper, almost in
disgust, "it's' been too soft--that's the deuced part of it. And yet
I've got the stuff in me for a good fight if the opportunity would only
come my way."

The expression of satiety--of moral weariness--was etched indelibly
beneath the brightness of his smile; and yet, Adams, looking at him,
remembered, a little bitterly, that this man had won from him the woman
whom he loved. To Kemper belonged both her body and her spirit; the
touch of her hand no less than the charm of her intellect! At the
thought his old human longing for her awoke and stirred restlessly
again in his heart.

"Yes, the only thing is to have one particular interest," resumed
Kemper, "to occupy oneself with something that is eternally worth while.
Now, look at Barclay--I went up in the train with him to the
Adirondacks, and, upon my word, I never envied a man more in my whole
life. You know Barclay, don't you?"

Adams nodded. "I'd find a little of his financial ability rather useful
myself," he observed. Then he broke into a boyish laugh at a
recollection the name aroused, "the last time I had a talk with him was
at the beginning of our war with Spain, and he told me he was interested
in news from the front because he happened to own some Spanish bonds."

Kemper joined in the laugh. "Oh, he's narrow, of course," he replied,
"but all the same I'd like the chance to get in his place. By Jove, I
don't believe he's ever