subtracting, coloring only where color is needed to make the moral
lesson he is trying to teach stand out the more vividly."

"In short, you'd have him become a photographer," said the Professor.

"More truly a soulscape-painter," retorted Harley, with enthusiasm.

"Heavens!" cried the Doctor, dropping his cue with a loud clatter to
the floor. "Soulscape! Here's a man talking about not creating, and
then throws out an invention like soulscape! Harley, you ought to
write a dictionary. With a word like soulscape to start with, it
would sweep the earth!"

Harley laughed. He was a good-natured man, and he was strong enough
in his convictions not to weaken for the mere reason that somebody
else had ridiculed them. In fact, everybody else might have
ridiculed them, and Harley would still have stood true, once he was
convinced that he was right.

"You go on sawing people's legs off, Billy," he said, good-naturedly.
"That's a thing you know about; and as for the Professor, he can go
on showing you and the rest of mankind just why the shortest distance
between two points is in a straight line. I'll take your collective
and separate words for anything on the subject of surgery or
mathematics, but when it comes to my work I wouldn't bank on your
theories if they were endorsed by the Rothschilds."

"He'll never write a decent book in his life if he clings to that
theory," said Kelly, after Harley had departed. "There's precious
little in the way of the dramatic nowadays in the lives of people one