riginating and commanding the plan of the Universe. We talk of 'ions'
and 'electrons'--but we are driven to confess that a Supreme
Intelligence has the creation of electrons, and directs them as to the
formation of all existing things. To that Mind--to that Intelligence--I
submit my soul! And I do NOT believe that this Supreme Mind desires
evil or sorrow,--we create disaster ourselves, and it is ourselves that
must destroy it, We are given free-will--if we 'will' to create
disease, we must equally 'will' to exterminate it by every means in our
power."

"I think I follow you"--said Gwent, slowly--"But now, as regards this
Supreme Intelligence, I suppose you will admit that the plan of
creation is a dual sort of scheme--that is to say 'male and female
created He them'?"

"Why, of course!" and Seaton smiled--"The question is superfluous!"

"I asked it," went on Gwent--"because you seem to eliminate the female
element from your life altogether. Therefore, so I take it, you are not
at your full strength, either as a scientist or philosopher. You are a
kind of eagle, trying to fly high on one wing. You'll need the other!
There, don't look at me in that savage way! I'm merely making my own
comments on your position,--you needn't mind them. I want to get out of
the tangle-up of things you have suggested. You fancy it would be easy
to get the United States Government to purchase your discovery and
pledge themselves to use it on occasion for the complete wiping out of
a nation,--any nation--that decided to go to war,--and, failing their
acceptance, or the acceptance of any government on these lines, you
purpose doing the deed yourself. Well!--I can tell you straight away
it's no use my trying to negotiate such a business, The inhumanity of
it is to palpable."

"What of the inhumanity of war?" asked Seaton.

"That PAYS!" replied Gwent, with emphasis--"You don't, or won't, seem
to recognise that blistering fact! The inhumanity of war pays everybody
concerned in it except the fellows who fight to order. They are the
'raw material.' They get used up. YOUR business WOULDN'T 'pay.' And
what won't 'pay' is no good to anybody in this present sort of world."

Seaton, still standing erect, bent his eyes on the lean hard features
of his companion with eloquent scorn.

"So! Everything must be measured and tested by money!" he said--"And
yet you senators talk of reform!--of a 'new' world!--of a higher code
of conduct between man and m