to the race. It is the struggle, it is the fight, which, no matter
what form it takes, makes life worth living. Men struggle for money.
Financiers strangle one another at the Bourse. People look on and
applaud, in spite of themselves. That is exciting. It is not
uplifting. But for men just like you and me to march out to face death
for an idea, for honor, for duty, that very fact ennobles the race."

"Ah," said the Lawyer, "I see. The Doctor enjoys the drama of life,
but he does not enjoy the purely domestic drama."

"And out of all this," said the Trained Nurse, in her level voice,
"you are leaving the Almighty. He gave us a world full of beauty, full
of work, full of interest, and he gave us capacities to enjoy it, and
endowed us with emotions which make it worth while to live and to
die. He gave us simple laws--they are clear enough--they mark sharply
the line between good and evil. He left us absolutely free to choose.
And behold what man has made of it!"

"I deny the statement," said the Doctor.

"That's easy," laughed the Journalist.

"I believe," said the Doctor, impatiently, "that no good comes but
through evil. Read your Bible."

"I don't want to read it with _your_ eyes," replied the Journalist,
and marched testily down the path toward the house.

"Well," snapped the Doctor, "if I read it with _yours_, I should call
on the Almighty to smite this planet with his fires and send us