ers. I sacrificed my time, my money, and my health
in order that I might teach others what I had learned myself. I did it
willingly and happily, because I thought they would be glad to hear,
and that they were worth the sacrifices I made for their sakes. But I
know better now.'

'Even if you no longer believe in working for Socialism, there's no
need to work AGAINST it. If you are not disposed to sacrifice yourself
in order to do good to others, you might at least refrain from doing
evil. If you don't want to help to bring about a better state of
affairs, there's no reason why you should help to perpetuate the
present system.'

The other man laughed bitterly. 'Oh yes, there is, and a very good
reason too.'

'I don't think you could show me a reason,' said Barrington.

The man with the scar laughed again, the same unpleasant, mirthless
laugh, and thrusting his hand into his trouser pocket drew it out again
full of silver coins, amongst which one or two gold pieces glittered.

'That is my reason. When I devoted my life and what abilities I
possess to the service of my fellow workmen; when I sought to teach
them how to break their chains; when I tried to show them how they
might save their children from poverty and shameful servitude, I did
not want them to give me money. I did it for love. And they paid me
with hatred and injury. But since I have been helping their masters to
rob them, they have treated me with respect.'

Barrington made no reply and the other man, having returned the money
to his pocket, indicated the crowd with a sweep of his hand.

'Look at them!' he continued with a contemptuous laugh. 'Look at them!
the people you are trying to make idealists of! Look at them! Some of
them howling and roaring like wild beasts, or laughing like idiots,
others standing with dull and stupid faces devoid of any trace of
intelligence or expression, listening to the speakers whose words
convey no meaning to their stultified minds, and others with their eyes
gleaming with savage hatred of their fellow men, watching eagerly for
an opportunity to provoke a quarrel that they may gratify their brutal
natures by striking someone--their eyes are hungry for the sight of
blood! Can't you see that these people, whom you are trying to make
understand your plan for the regeneration of the world, your doctrine
of universal brotherhood and love are for the most
part--intellectually--on level with Hottentots? The on