ced the
art of relaxation; he had formed a habit of returning to the simple
from confusing contact with the complex, and he practiced it
largely in his home, with his wife and children. Lincoln is the
best-known master of this art, necessary to maintain the
equilibrium of a busy man, and keep him fresh, sane, sociable and
interestingly boyish.

MacDonald had gone into the thick of the world's strife, and
through the ordeal had shielded himself from its poisoned arrows of
ambition. At a board meeting, it was said of John MacDonald, that
when the three minutes of real business were over and his
associates then began to discuss matters in the domain of
irrelevancies, he resolved into smiles and found somebody to crack
a joke with. He figured that about a third of his available time
was given to actual work, and the rest to play, because his
colleagues had so much ground to cover without reaching anywhere.
There were days when he worked a full sixteen hours, but they were
few, and he was always alone. On the days he had to associate with
talking business men, he made up for these busy days by relaxing at
a more rapid pace in a revel of bracing fun. I never knew a man who
understood so thoroughly how to live and succeed, because it seemed
to me he knew how to discount everything unnecessary, so that he
might take the time others gave to straining their nerves to save
his.

I suppose the character of Gabrielle Tescheron might have yielded
to the unstable influences of her home, where her impulsive and
irascible father sought to be an influential factor, were it not
for the counteracting effect of the day's associations in that calm
realm of business activity, where so much of the brain-work of vast
industrial enterprises was conducted as noiselessly as the
movements of one of those powerful machines that run in an oil
bath. I do not say that she would not have been superior to her
home environment without her fortunate associations down-town. I
give the business small credit, for our superior jewels are
intrinsically precious before the artisan gives the polish by which
we more often make our comparisons. But there can be no question
that she worked among associations which strengthened and
emphasized all her admirable qualities and placed her above the
petty things that annoyed her fretful father and seemed like
mountains to his magnifying eyes.

These, then, were Hosley's judges.

"Miss Tescheron, I come to right a