rmining what
must be the fact; but each time he checked himself, until one
morning--it was the fifth after his arrival at Santoine's
house--Harriet was taking him for his walk in the garden before the
house.

It was a bright, sunshiny morning and warm--a true spring day. As they
paced back and forth in the sunshine--she bare-haired and he holding
his cap in his hand--he looked back at the room in the wing where
Santoine still lay; then Eaton looked to the daughter, clear-eyed,
clear-skinned, smiling and joyous with the day. She had just told him,
at his inquiry, that her father was very much stronger that morning,
and her manner more than ever evidenced her pride in him.

"I have been intending to ask you, Miss Santoine," Eaton said to her
suddenly then, "if your belief in the superiority of business over
war--as we were discussing it ten days ago---hasn't suffered a shock
since then?"

"You mean because of--Father?"

"Yes; you can hardly go back far enough in the history of war to find a
time when the soldier's creed was not against killing--or trying to
kill--a sleeping enemy."

She looked at him quickly and keenly. "I can't think of Father as
being any one's enemy, though I know of course no man can do big things
without making some people hate him. Even if what he does is wholly
good, bad people hate him for it." She was silent for a few steps. "I
like your saying what you did, Mr. Eaton."

"Why?"

"It implies your own creed would be against such a thing. But aren't
we rather mixing things up? There is nothing to show yet that the
attack on Father sprang out of business relations; and even if it did,
it would have to be regarded as an--an atrocity outside the rules of
business, just as in war, atrocities occur which are outside the rules
of war. Wait! I know what you are going to say; you are going to say
the atrocities are a part of war even if they are outside its
recognized rules."

"Yes; I was going to say that."

"And that atrocities due to business are a part of business, even if
they are outside the rules."

"Yes; as business is at present conducted."

"But the rules are a part of the game, Mr. Eaton."

"Do you belong among the apologists for war, Miss Santoine?"

"I?"

"Yes; what you say is exactly what the apologists for war say, isn't
it? They say that war, in spite of its open savagery and inevitable
atrocities, is not a different sort of combat from the combat between
men