onight and take him out, eh?
You'll get a good welcome from the jailer. He don't like his job for a
cent. He says you can have your man whenever you want him. He's got no
use for him."

"But what is this business of Winter's about having me arrested?"

"Oh, it's a lot of chin about your having no right to allow
this--this--this man to be at large. But I told him to tend to his own
business. Only I thought I'd better let you know. And I might as well
say right now, doctor, that there is a good deal of talk about this
thing. If I were you, I'd come to the jail pretty late at night,
because there is likely to be a crowd around the door, and I'd bring
a--er--mask, or some kind of a veil, anyhow."

XIX

Martha Goodwin was single, and well along into the thin years. She
lived with her married sister in Whilomville. She performed nearly all
the house-work in exchange for the privilege of existence. Every one
tacitly recognized her labor as a form of penance for the early end of
her betrothed, who had died of small-pox, which he had not caught from
her.

But despite the strenuous and unceasing workaday of her life, she was
a woman of great mind. She had adamantine opinions upon the situation
in Armenia, the condition of women in China, the flirtation between
Mrs. Minster of Niagara Avenue and young Griscom, the conflict in the
Bible class of the Baptist Sunday-school, the duty of the United
States towards the Cuban insurgents, and many other colossal matters.
Her fullest experience of violence was gained on an occasion when she
had seen a hound clubbed, but in the plan which she had made for the
reform of the world she advocated drastic measures. For instance, she
contended that all the Turks should be pushed into the sea and
drowned, and that Mrs. Minster and young Griscom should be hanged side
by side on twin gallows. In fact, this woman of peace, who had seen
only peace, argued constantly for a creed of illimitable ferocity. She
was invulnerable on these questions, because eventually she overrode
all opponents with a sniff. This sniff was an active force. It was to
her antagonists like a bang over the head, and none was known to
recover from this expression of exalted contempt. It left them
windless and conquered. They never again came forward as candidates
for suppression. And Martha walked her kitchen with a stern brow, an
invincible being like Napoleon.

Nevertheless her acquaintances, from the pain of their d