whom　I　have　been　telling　you；　the　young　gentleman　who　has　done
  such　magnificent　work　for　the　cause　of　Cuba。〃　　Those　who　caught
  Arkwright's　eye　nodded　to　him；　and　others　raised　their　glasses　at
  him；　but　with　a　smile　that　he　could　not　understand。　　It　was　as
  though　they　all　knew　something　concerning　him　of　which　he　was
  ignorant。　　He　noted　that　the　faces　of　some　were　strangely
  familiar；　and　he　decided　that　he　must　have　seen　their　portraits
  in　the　public　prints。　　After　he　had　introduced　Arkwright；　the
  senator　drew　his　chair　slightly　away　from　him　and　turned　in　what
  seemed　embarrassment　to　the　man　on　his　other　side。　　The
  elderly　gentleman　next　to　Arkwright　filled　his　glass；　a　servant
  placed　a　small　cup　of　coffee　at　his　elbow；　and　he　lit　a　cigar　and
  looked　about　him。
  〃You　must　find　this　weather　very　trying　after　the　tropics；〃　his
  neighbor　said。
  Arkwright　assented　cordially。　　The　brandy　was　flowing　through　his
  veins　and　warming　him；　he　forgot　that　he　was　hungry；　and　the
  kind；　interested　glances　of　those　about　him　set　him　at　his　ease。
  It　was　a　propitious　start；　he　thought；　a　pleasant　leave…taking
  for　the　senator　and　himself；　full　of　good　will　and　good　wishes。
  He　turned　toward　Stanton　and　waited　until　he　had　ceased　speaking。
  〃The　papers　have　begun　well；　haven't　they？〃　he　asked；　eagerly。
  He　had　spoken　in　a　low　voice；　almost　in　a　whisper；　but　those
  about　the　table　seemed　to　have　heard　him；　for　there　was　silence
  instantly　and　when　he　glanced　up　he　saw　the　eyes　of　all　turned
  upon　him　and　he　noticed　on　their　faces　the　same　smile　he　had　seen
  there　when　he　entered。
  〃Yes；〃　Stanton　answered　constrainedly。　　〃Yes；　I〃　he
  lowered　his　voice；　but　the　silence　still　continued。　　Stanton　had
  his　eyes　fixed　on　the　table；　but　now　he　frowned　and　half　rose
  from　his　chair。
  〃I　want　to　speak　with　you；　Arkwright；〃　he　said。　　〃Suppose　we　go
  into　the　next　room。　　I'll　be　back　in　a　moment；〃　he　added；　nodding
  to　the　others。
  But　the　man　on　his　right　removed　his　cigar　from　his　lips　and　said
  in　an　undertone；　〃No；　sit　down；　stay　where　you　are；〃　and　the
  elderly　gentleman　at　Arkwright's　side　laid　his　hand　detainingly
  on　his　arm。　　〃Oh；　you　won't　take　Mr。　Arkwright　away　from　us；
  Stanton？〃　he　asked；　smiling。
  Stanton　shrugged　his　shoulders　and　sat　down　again；　and　there　was
  a　moment's　pause。　　It　was　broken　by　the　man　in　the　overcoat；　who
  laughed。
  〃He's　paying　you　a　compliment；　Mr。　Arkwright；〃　he　said。　　He
  pointed　with　his　cigar　to　the　gentleman　at　Arkwright's　side。
  〃I　don't　understand；〃　Arkwright　answered　doubtfully。
  〃It's　a　compliment　to　your　eloquencehe's　afraid　to　leave　you
  alone　with　the　senator。　　Livingstone's　been　telling　us　that
  you　are　a　better　talker　than　Stanton。〃　　Arkwright　turned　a
  troubled　countenance　toward　the　men　about　the　table；　and　then
  toward　Livingstone；　but　that　young　man　had　his　eyes　fixed　gravely
  on　the　glasses　before　him　and　did　not　raise　them。
  Arkwright　felt　a　sudden；　unreasonable　fear　of　the　circle　of
  strong…featured；　serene　and　confident　men　about　him。　　They　seemed
  to　be　making　him　the　subject　of　a　jest；　to　be　enjoying　something
  among　themselves　of　which　he　was　in　ignorance；　but　which
  concerned　him　closely。　　He　turned　a　white　face　toward　Stanton。
  〃You　don't　mean；〃　he　began　piteously；　〃thatthat　you　are　not
  going？　　Is　that　ittell　meis　that　what　you　wanted　to　say？〃
  Stanton　shifted　in　his　chair　and　muttered　some　words　between　his
  lips；　then　turned　toward　Arkwright　and　spoke　quite　clearly　and
  distinctly。
  〃I　am　very　sorry；　Mr。　Arkwright；〃　he　said；　〃but　I　am　afraid　I'll
  have　to　disappoint　you。　　Reasons　I　cannot　now　explain　have　arisen
  which　make　my　going　impossiblequite　impossible；〃　he　added
  firmly〃not　only　now；　but　later；〃　he　went　on　quickly；　as
  Arkwright　was　about　to　interrupt　him。
  Arkwright　made　no　second　attempt　to　speak。　　He　felt　the　muscles
  of　his　face　working　and　the　tears　coming　to　his　eyes；　and　to　hide
  his　weakness　he　twisted　in　his　chair　and　sat　staring　ahead　of　him
  with　his　back　turned　to　the　table。　　He　heard　Livingstone's　voice
  break　the　silence　with　some　hurried　question；　and　immediately　his
  embarrassment　was　hidden　in　a　murmur　of　answers　and　the　moving　of
  glasses　as　the　men　shifted　in　their　chairs　and　the　laughter　and
  talk　went　on　as　briskly　as　before。　　Arkwright　saw　a　sideboard
  before　him　and　a　servant　arranging　some　silver　on　one　of　the
  shelves。　　He　watched　the　man　do　this　with　a　concentrated　interest
  as　though　the　dull；　numbed　feeling　in　his　brain　caught　at　the
  trifle　in　order　to　put　off；　as　long　as　possible；　the
  consideration　of　the　truth。
  And　then　beyond　the　sideboard　and　the　tapestry　on　the　wall　above
  it；　he　saw　the　sun　shining　down　upon　the　island　of　Cuba；　he　saw
  the　royal　palms　waving　and　bending；　the　dusty　columns　of
  Spanish　infantry　crawling　along　the　white　roads　and　leaving
  blazing　huts　and　smoking　cane…fields　in　their　wake；　he　saw
  skeletons　of　men　and　women　seeking　for　food　among　the　refuse　of
  the　street；　he　heard　the　order　given　to　the　firing　squad；　the
  splash　of　the　bullets　as　they　scattered　the　plaster　on　the　prison
  wall；　and　he　saw　a　kneeling　figure　pitch　forward　on　its　face；
  with　a　useless　bandage　tied　across　its　sightless　eyes。
  Senator　Stanton　brought　him　back　with　a　sharp　shake　of　the
  shoulder。　　He　had　also　turned　his　back　on　the　others；　and　was
  leaning　forward　with　his　elbows　on　his　knees。　　He　spoke　rapidly；
  and　in　a　voice　only　slightly　raised　above　a　whisper。
  〃I　am　more　than　sorry；　Arkwright；〃　he　said　earnestly。　　〃You
  mustn't　blame　me　altogether。　　I　have　had　a　hard　time　of　it　this
  afternoon。　　I　wanted　to　go。　　I　really　wanted　to　go。　　The　thing
  appealed　to　me；　it　touched　me；　it　seemed　as　if　I　owed　it　to
  myself　to　do　it。　　But　they　were　too　many　for　me；〃　he　added　with　a
  backward　toss　of　his　head　toward　the　men　around　his　table。
  〃If　the　papers　had　not　told　on　me　I　could　have　got　well　away；〃　he
  went　on　in　an　eager　tone；　〃but　as　soon　as　they　read　of　it；　they
  came　here　straight　from　their　offices。　　You　know　who　they　are；
  don't　you？〃　he　asked；　and　even　in　his　earnestness　there　was　an
  added　touch　of　importance　in　his　tone　as　he　spoke　the　name　of　his
  party's　leader；　of　men　who　stood　prominently　in　Wall　Street　and
  who　were　at　the　head　of　great　trusts。
  〃You　see　how　it　is；〃　he　said　with　a　shrug　of　his　shoulders。
  〃They　have　enormous　interests　at　stake。　　They　said　I　would　drag
  them　into　war；　that　I　would　disturb　values；　that　the　business
  interests　of　the　country　would　suffer。　　I'm　under　obligations　to
  most　of　them；　they　have　advised　me　in　financial　matters；　and　they
  threatenedthey　threatened　to　make　it　unpleasant　for　me。〃　　His
  voice　hardened　and　he　drew　in　his　breath　quickly；　and　laughed。
  〃You　wouldn't　understand　if　I　were　to　tell　you。　　It's　rather
  involved。　　And　after　all；　they　may　be　right；　agitation　may　be　bad
  for　the　country。　　And　your　party　leader　after　all　is　your　party
  leader；　isn't　he；　and　if　he　says　'no'　what　are　you　to　do？
  My　sympathies　are　just　as　keen　for　these　poor　women　and　children
  as　ever；　but　as　these　men　say；　'charity　begins　at　home；'　and　we
  mustn't　do　anything　to　bring　on　war　prices　again；　or　to　send
  stocks　tumbling　about　our　heads；　must　we？〃　　He　leaned　back　in　his
  chair　again　and　sighed。　　〃Sympathy　is　an　expensive　luxury；　I
  find；〃　he　added。
  Arkwright　rose　stiffly　and　pushed　Stanton　away　from　him　with　his
  hand。　　He　moved　like　a　man　coming　out　of　a　dream。
  〃Don't　talk　to　me　like　that；〃　he　said　in　a　low　voice。　　The　noise
  about　the　table　ended　on　the　instant；　but　Arkwright　did　not
  notice　that　it　had　ceased。　　〃You　know　I　don't　understand　that；〃
  he　went　on；　〃what　does　it　matter　to　me！〃　　He　put　his　hand　up　to
  the　side　of　his　face　and　held　it　there；　looking　down　at　Stanton。
  He　had　the　dull；　heavy　look　in　his　eyes　of　a　man　who　has　just
  come　through　an　operation　under　some　heavy　drug。　　〃'Wall　Street；'
  'trusts；'　'party　leaders；'〃　he　repeated；　〃what　are　they　to　me？
  The　words　don't　reach　me；　they　have　lost　their　meaning；　it　is　a
  language　I　have　forgotten；　thank　God！〃　he　added。　　He　turned
  and　moved　his　eyes　around　the　table；　scanning　the　faces　of　the
  men　before　him。
  〃Yes；　you　are　twelve　to　one；〃　he　said　at　last；　still　speaking
  dully　and　in　a　low　voice；　as　though　he　were　talking　to　himself。
  〃You　have　won　a　noble　victory；　gentlemen。　　I　congratulate　you。
  But　I　do　not　blame　you；　we　are　all　selfish　and　self…seeking。　　I
  thought　I　was　working　only　for　Cuba；　but　I　was　working　for
  myself；　just　as　you　are。　　I　wanted　to　feel　that　it　was　I　who　had
  helped　to　bring　relief　to　that　plague…spot；　that　it　was　through
  my　efforts　the　help　had　come。　　Yes；　if　he　had　done　as　I　asked；　I
  suppose　I　would　have　taken　the　credit。〃
  He　swayed　slightly；　and　to　steady　himself　caught　at　the　back　of
  his　chair。　　But　at　the　same　moment　his　eyes　glowed　fiercely　and
  he　held　himself　erect　again。　　He　pointed　with　his　finger　at　the
  circle　of　great　men　who　sat　looking　up　at　him　in　curious　silence。
  〃You　are　like　a　ring　of　gamblers　around　a　gaming　table；〃　he　cried
  wildly；　〃who　see　nothing　but　the　green　cloth　and　the　wheel　and
  the　piles　of　money　before　them；　who　forget　in　watching　the
  money　rise　and　fall；　that　outside　the　sun　is　shining；　that　human
  beings　are　sick　and　suffering；　tha