upper lip.

"Not always. They're a little excited to-night because Harshaw
imprisoned those fourteen striking miners for contempt of court."

"Don't manufacture bombs here, do you?"

Jeff laughed. "We're warranted harmless."

James offered him good advice. "That sort of talk doesn't lead to
anything--except trouble. Men who get on don't question the fundamentals
of our social system. It doesn't do, you know. Take the constitution.
Now I've studied it. A wonderful document. Gladstone said."

"Yes, I know what Gladstone said. I don't agree with him. The
constitution was devised by men with property as a protection against
those who had none."

"Why shouldn't it have been?"

"It should, if vested interests are the first thing to consider. In
there"--with a smiling wave of his hand--"they think people are more
important than things. A most unsettling notion!"

"Mean to say you believe all that rant they talk?"

"Not quite," Jeff laughed.

"Well, I'd cut that bunch of anarchists if I were you," his cousin
suggested. "Say, Jeff, can you let me have fifty dollars?"

Jeff considered. He had been thinking of a new spring overcoat, but his
winter one would do well enough. From the office he could get an advance
of the balance he needed to make up the fifty.

"Sure. I'll bring it to your rooms to-morrow night."

"Much obliged. Hate to trouble you," James said lightly. "Well, I won't
keep you longer from your anarchist friends. Good-night."

CHAPTER 6

"The cure for the evils of Democracy is more Democracy."
--De Tocqueville.

THE REBEL HUMBLY ASSISTS AT THE UNVEILING OF A HERO'S STATUE

Part 1

On the occasion when his cousin was graduated with the highest honors
from the law school of Verden University Jeff sat inconspicuously near
the rear of the chapel. James, as class orator, rose to his hour. From
the moment that he moved slowly to the front of the platform, handsome
and impassive, his calm gaze sweeping over the audience while he waited
for the little bustle of expectancy to subside, Jeff knew that the name
of Farnum was going to be covered with glory.

The orator began in a low clear voice that reached to the last seat
in the gallery. Jeff knew that before he finished its echoes would be
ringing through the hall like a trumpet call to the emotions of those
present.

It was not destined that Jeff should hear a word of that stirring
peroration. His eye fell by chance upon a young wo