ing in the land that belongs
only to the Heirs o Life."

"And can you guide me there?" The irony in her voice was not untouched
with wistfulness.

"Try me."

She laughed softly, stepped to the table, and chose a cigarette. "My
friend, you promise impossibilities. I was not born to that incomparable
company. To be frank, neither were you. Alice, grant you, belongs there.
And that mad cousin of yours. But not we two earth creepers. We're
neither of us star dwellers. In the meantime"--she lit her Egyptian and
stopped to make sure of her light every moment escaping more definitely
from the glamor of his passion--"you mentioned an engagement that was
imperative. Don't let me keep you from it."

CHAPTER 12

From The New Catechism

Question: What is the whole duty of man?

Answer: To succeed.

Q. What is success?

A. Success is being a Captain of Industry.

Q. How may one become a Captain of Industry?

A. By stacking in his barns the hay made by others while the
sun shines.

Q. But is this not theft?

A. Not if done legally and respectably on a large scale. It
is high finance.

THE REBEL AND THE UNDESIRABLE CITIZEN TALK TREASON. THE HERO HAS PRIVATE
CONVERSE WITH A GREAT PIONEER OF CIVILIZATION

Part 1

Jeff never for a day desisted from his fight to win back for the people
the self rule that had been wrested from them for selfish purposes by
corporate greed. "Government by the people" was the watchword he kept
at the head of his editorial column. Better a bad government that is
representative than a good one emanating from the privileged few, he
maintained with conviction.

To his office came one day Oscar Marchant, the little, half-educated
Socialist poet, coughing from the exertion of the stairs he had just
climbed. He had come begging, the consumptive presently explained.

"Remember Sobieski, the Polish Jew?"

Jeff smiled. "Of course. Philosophical anarchy used to be his remedy."

"Starvation is the one he's trying now," returned Marchant grimly. "He's
had typhoid and lost his job. The rent's due and they'll be turned out
tomorrow. He's got a wife and two kids."

Farnum asked questions briefly and pulled out his check book. "Tell
Sobieski not to worry," he said as he handed over a check. "I'll send
a reporter out there and we'll make an appeal through the _World_. Of
course his own name won't be used. No one will know who it really