upon my skies. For my spirit lags; there is no
quickening battery at my life's center. Ah! it is awful to be dead
alive. That which would quicken my spirit and give me the needed zest
to face the work of an Atlas, the bearing of a world upon my
shoulders--that influence is far removed from me, farther than those
stretches of thousands of miles tell of."

During Ensal's absence of many months his mail had accumulated until now
he found himself face to face with a huge pile of unopened letters and
newspapers. Lifting his head from his desk, he wearily turned to his
mail.

In the pile of letters he came across one from Earl Bluefield which ran
as follows:

MY DEAR ENSAL:

There is great need of you in America at this hour, and a
golden opportunity for winning an enduring place in the history
of the world awaits you.

The repressionists of the South made their policy an issue in
the presidential campaign which has just come to a close, and
they have been most badly beaten.

As you know, statesmanship is a great passion with the South
and she is not going to remain contented in the position of
impotent isolation to which her repressionist element has
consigned her. A new order of leaders will now be put forward
as the spokesmen of the South and the fairness of their words
is going to be seized upon by the nation as offering hope for a
new order of things.

Since the liberal element among the whites of the South are to
be given a day in court, there is great need of that type of
Negroes that has standing with them. I, as you know, am
_persona non grata_. I have added to my unpopularity by the
manner in which I lambasted the repressionist element in the
campaign just closed.

Come to America and help the nation to reap the fruits of its
victory over repression.

Apart from my interest in the Negro race, which you of course
have never doubted, I have grave personal interests at stake,
and know not what I shall do if you fail the nation in this
hour of its need. A sorrow as great as the world has ever known
hangs over me and over the Negro race. Come and lift it.

EARL BLUEFIELD.

"No, I cannot go. I cannot be that near to Tiara. Heaven knows that I
would be driven mad to see, to be near that girl, and be conscious that
her lo