pt. His case excited a good deal of attention; but
long before the newspapers had ceased to wage war either for or against
him, long before the weekly journals had ceased to teem with letters
relating to the lawsuit, he had formed his plans for the future. His
home was to be completely broken up, Erica was to go to Paris, his wife
was to live with his sister, Mrs. Craigie, and her son, Tom, who had
agreed to keep on the lodgings in Guilford Terrace, while for himself
he had mapped out such a programme of work as could only have been
undertaken by a man of "Titanic energy" and "Herculean strength,"
epithets which even the hostile press invariably bestowed on him. How
great the sacrifice was to him few people knew. As we have said before,
the world regarded him as a target, and would hardly have believed that
he was in reality a man of the gentlest tastes, as fond of his home as
any man in England, a faithful friend and a devoted father, and perhaps
all the more dependent on the sympathies of his own circle because of
the bitter hostility he encountered from other quarters. But he made his
plans resolutely, and said very little about them either one way or the
other, sometimes even checking Erica when she grumbled for him, or gave
vent to her indignation with regard to the defendant.

"We work for freedom, little one," he used to say; "and it is an honor
to suffer in the cause of liberty."

"But every one says you will kill yourself with overwork," said Erica,
"and especially when you are in America."

'"They don't know what stuff I'm made of," said Raeburn; "and, even if
it should use me up, what then? It's better to wear out than to rust
out, as a wise man once remarked."

"Yes," said Erica, rather faintly.

"But I've no intention of wearing out just yet," said Raeburn,
cheerfully. "You need not be afraid, little son Eric; and, if at the end
of those two years you do come back to find me gray and wrinkled, what
will that matter so long as we are free once more. There's a good time
coming; we'll have the coziest little home in London yet."

"With a garden for you to work in," said Erica, brightening up like a
child at the castle in the air. "And we'll keep lots of animals, and
never bother again about money all our lives."

Raeburn smiled at her ides of felicity--no cares, and plenty of dogs
and cats! He did not anticipate any haven of rest at the end of the two
years for himself. He knew that his life must be a s