cities in
New York. But I don't want to try to get into his, until I can do it
through Joe himself. People will have to want me because I'm the wife
of Joe Lanier."

"I think they'll want you more than that." His tone was most reassuring.
"But I like the way you are going about it. It's so delightfully novel,
you see--conspiring to make your husband find his friends all by
himself--so that when he has found them he'll come to you with a beaming
smile and say, 'Woman, I bring you wealth and fame and friends in
abundance. Take them, love, and bless me--for I have done all this for
you.'"

Ethel smiled. "I don't like you to joke about it," she said.

"Very well," he agreed, "let's get back to the serious work of his
resurrection. You asked me to recruit other brisk diggers, and I've
hunted about quite a bit. There's that chap Crothers and his wife, but
so far they're the best I can do--and the Crothers pair seem rather
blind. They can't see the old Joe for the new."

"You mean they think he's hopeless," Ethel scornfully put in.

"Oh, we'll make them open their eyes in time. I drop in on them every
now and then. I had Crothers to the club last week, and let him hear
some of the gossip about the emerging Joe Lanier."

Often he talked of the early group of students over in Paris, of their
ideas, ambitions, and their youthful views of life, which for all their
gaiety had been so fervid and intense. But to Ethel, because she
herself was still young, their dreams seemed very wonderful. Some she
had hungrily read about long ago with the history "prof" at home. But
the world which the little suffragist had revealed to her pupils had
been more heroic and severe. This was warmer, dazzling, this had
beauty, this was art! And yet not weak nor tame nor old--this was
gloriously new in the way it jabbed deep into life and talked of really
changing it all. This was youth! And her own youth responded and she
made it all her own. She was reading now voraciously, with a sparkle
and gleam of hope in her eyes. She was coming so very close to her
goal, or rather the gate of her promised land.

At times she grew impatient at her teacher's calm, and the good-natured
easy smile with which he looked upon all this. "Oh, why not get
excited!" she thought. She felt the old dreams a bit cold in him, as
they had been in her husband. And in dismay she would ask herself:

"Are they all too old? Is just the fact that I'm ten years younger than
Jo