oughtn't to say that either; it sounds like bragging, for there were
two men on my side, but I saw at the start that I couldn't depend on
them. They were weak-kneed--afraid of our premise. They didn't believe
Jesus meant it, anyway. I did the best I could. I not only think He
meant it, but I am sure the day will come when the whole world will
live up to the rule. Christ wouldn't be for all time, as He is, if His
best ideas were acceptable to such a grossly material age as ours.
Neither side won in that debate--the judges couldn't agree. I wish you
had been here last month. We had up a subject that you could have
helped me on. The question was: Which is the better place to rear a
man, the city or the country? Or, in other words, can the mind of man
develop in a busy, crowded place as well as in a quiet spot in the
country? I was on the side of the rural districts that night, and we
won. We had no trouble showing that the majority of great characters
in all lines of endeavor had come from rural spots. I think it is the
same to-day. I know I wouldn't live in a big town. City people are
occupied with automobiles, golf, dances, card parties, and gossip--of
course, I don't mean anything personal, you understand, but it is a
fact that they are that way. And it is a fact, too, that here our
crowd, at least, will get a good book and actually wear it to tatters
passing it around. That is the sort of education that sticks when it
once gets hold of a person."

"I am sure you are right," Mostyn admitted, and he felt the blood rise
to his face as he thought of the emptiness of his own life in Atlanta,
which now, somehow, seemed like a vanishing dream. The morning sun was
blazing over the verdant landscape, filling the dewdrops on the grass
with red, blue, and yellow light. An indescribable aura seemed to
encircle the exquisite face of his young companion. There was a
restful poise about her, a sure grasp of utterance, that soothed and