indications, would be correct. The expression of irritation and self-
disgust still remaining on his face as the stage rumbles down town is
a hopeful sign. His soul at least is not surrounded by a Chinese wall
of conceit. However perverted his nature may be, it is not a shallow
one, and he evidently has a painful sense of the wrongs committed
against it. Though his square jaw and the curve of his lip indicate
firmness, one could not look upon his contracted brow and half-
despairing expression, as he sits oblivious of all surroundings,
without thinking of a ship drifting helplessly and in distress. There
are encouraging possibilities in the fact that from those windows of
the soul, his eyes, a troubled rather than an evil spirit looks out. A
close observer would see at a glance that he was not a good man, but
he might also note that he was not content with being a bad one. There
was little of the rigid pride and sinister hardness or the conceit
often seen on the faces of men of the world who have spent years in
spoiling their manhood; and the sensual phase of coarse dissipation
was quite wanting.

You will find in artificial metropolitan society many men so
emasculated that they are quite vain of being blase--fools that with
conscious superiority smile disdainfully at those still possessing
simple, wholesome tastes for things which they in their indescribable
accent characterize as a "bore."

But Walter Gregory looked like one who had early found the dregs of
evil life very bitter, and his face was like that of nature when
smitten with untimely frosts.

He reached his office at last, and wearily sat down to the routine
work at his desk. Instead of the intent and interested look with which