ple will hear and understand," the old man insisted. "I am
telling them about it."

"Yes, I know you are, and they think you are a fool for your efforts.
They laugh at you, and call you crazy."

"But they will come to see that I am right. They, too, will hear the
voice, and then they will not be able to resist its pleadings."

"If you had the money they would listen to you, for that is the only
voice people will heed to-day. If you came here with an abundance of
gold, people would hear anything you asked them to in the falls up
yonder. But because you are poor, like myself, your ideas will have no
more weight with them than the lightest feather. Back your visions
with money and people will crowd around you, and you will be heeded.
But try to get along without money, and, bah! you are a fool."

Scarcely had these words left his lips ere a raucous honk up the road
startled him. Then an auto with blazing lights leaped out of the
night. The old man was standing right in its way, unconscious of his
danger. Almost instinctively two strong hands clutched him and hurled
him into the ditch as the car swept past. Shouts of merriment sounded
forth upon the night air from the occupants of the car. The fright
they had given the two by the side of the road evidently gave them much
amusement. Their laughter caused the rescuer to straighten suddenly
up, and clutch the old man fiercely by the arm.

"Did you hear them?" he asked, and his voice was filled with suppressed
emotion.

"Yes," was the reply. "They are only thoughtless youths having a good
time, I suppose."

"It's just what money does, though. I know who they are, for I caught
a glimpse of them as they sped past. It's money that talks with them;
that is the only voice they hear. They will ride over the less
fortunate, and crush them down as worms beneath their feet. They have
been doing it for ages, and look upon it as their right. What do they
care about the meaning of the falling waters when they are always
listening to the voice of money. Curse them. Why should they revel
and sport with ill-got gains, when honest men can hardly get enough to
keep breath in their bodies."

The young man was standing erect now on the side of the road. His
companion shrank away somewhat fearful lest he should turn upon him and
smite him.

"You seem to have suffered," he at length remarked. "You appear to be
annoyed at people who have money."

"And why shouldn't