The　younger　man　had　the　physical　makeup　of　the　older；　though　of　a
  slighter　mould。　　They　had　the　same　high；　proud　look　of　conscious
  strength；　of　cool　fearlessness　that　nothing　could　fluster。　　But　the
  soul　that　looked　out　of　the　grey　eyes　of　the　son　was　quite　another
  from　that　which　looked　out　of　the　deep　blue　eyes　of　the　father
  yet；　after　all；　the　difference　may　not　have　been　in　essence　but
  only　that　the　older　man's　soul　had　learned　in　life's　experience　to
  look　out　only　through　a　veil。
  The　soul　of　the　youth　was　eager；　adventurous；　still　believing；　yet
  with　a　certain　questioning　and　a　touch　of　weariness；　a　result　of
  the　aftermath　of　peace　following　three　years　of　war。　　There　was
  still；　however；　the　out…looking　for　far　horizons；　the　outreaching
  imagination；　the　Heaven　given　expectation　of　the　Infinite。　　In　the
  older　man's　eye　dwelt　chiefly　reserve。　　The　veil　was　always　there
  except　when　he　found　it　wise　and　useful　to　draw　it　aside。　　If　ever
  the　inner　light　flamed　forth　it　was　when　the　man　so　chose。　　Self…
  mastery；　shrewdness；　power；　knowledge；　lay　in　the　dark　blue　eyes；
  and　all　at　the　soul's　command。
  But　to…night　as　the　father's　eyes　rested　upon　his　son　who　stood
  gazing　into　and　through　the　blazing　fire　there　were　to　be　seen　only
  pride　and　wistful　love。　　But　as　the　son　turned　his　eyes　toward　his
  father　the　veil　fell　and　the　eyes　that　answered　were　quiet；　shrewd；
  keen　and　chiefly　kind。
  The　talk　had　passed　beyond　the　commonplace　of　the　day's　doings。
  They　were　among　the　big　things；　the　fateful　thingLife　and　Its
  Worth；　Work　and　Its　Wages；　Creative　Industry　and　Its　Product；
  Capital　and　Its　Price；　Man　and　His　Rights。
  They　were　frank　with　each　other。　　The　war　had　done　that　for　them。
  For　ever　since　the　night　when　his　eighteen…year…old　boy　had　walked
  into　his　den　and　said；　〃Father；　I　am　eighteen；〃　and　stood　looking
  into　his　eyes　and　waiting　for　the　word　that　came　straight　and
  unhesitating；　〃I　know；　boy；　you　are　my　son　and　you　must　go；　for　I
  cannot；〃　ever　since　that　night；　which　seemed　now　to　belong　to
  another　age；　these　two　had　faced　each　other　as　men。　　Now　they　were
  talking　about　the　young　man's　life　work。
  〃Frankly；　I　don't　like　it；　Dad；〃　said　the　son。
  〃Easy　to　see　that；　Jack。〃
  〃I'm　really　sorry。　　I'm　afraid　anyone　can　see　it。　　But　somehow　I
  can't　put　much　pep　into　it。〃
  〃Why？〃　asked　the　father；　with　curt　abruptness。
  〃Why？　　Well；　I　hardly　know。　　Somehow　it　hardly　seems　worth　while。
  It　is　not　the　grind　of　the　office；　though　that　is　considerable。　　I
  could　stick　that；　but；　after　all；　what's　the　use？〃
  〃What　would　you　rather　do；　Jack？〃　enquired　his　father　patiently；　as
  if　talking　to　a　child。　　〃You　tried　for　the　medical　profession；　you
  know；　and〃
  〃I　know；　I　know；　you　are　quite　right　about　it。　　You　may　think　it
  pure　laziness。　　Maybe　it　is；　but　I　hardly　think　so。　　Perhaps　I　went
  back　to　lectures　too　soon　after　the　war。　　I　was　hardly　fit；　I
  guess；　and　the　whole　thing；　the　inside　life；　the　infernal　grind　of
  lectures；　the　idiotic　serious　mummery　of　the　youngsters；　those
  blessed　kids　who　should　have　been　spanked　by　their　mothersthe
  whole　thing　sickened　me　in　three　months。　　If　I　had　waited　perhaps　I
  might　have　done　better　at　the　thing。　　I　don't　knowhard　to　tell。〃
  The　boy　paused；　looking　into　the　fire。
  〃It　was　my　fault；　boy；〃　said　the　father　hastily。　　〃I　ought　to　have
  figured　the　thing　out　differently。　　But；　you　see；　I　had　no
  knowledge　of　what　you　had　gone　through　and　of　its　effect　upon　you。
  I　know　better　now。　　I　thought　that　the　harder　you　went　into　the
  work　the　better　it　would　be　for　you。　　I　made　a　mistake。〃
  〃Well；　you　couldn't　tell；　Dad。　　How　could　you？　　But　everything　was
  so　different　when　I　came　back。　　Mere　kids　were　carrying　on　where　we
  had　been；　and　doing　it　well；　too；　by　Jove；　and　we　didn't　seem　to　be
  needed。〃
  〃Needed；　boy？〃　　The　father's　voice　was　thick。
  〃Yes；　but　I　didn't　see　that　then。　　Selfish；　I　fear。　　Then；　you
  know；　home　was　not　the　same〃
  The　older　man　choked　back　a　groan　and　leaned　hard　against　the
  mantel。
  〃I　know；　Dad；　I　can　see　now　I　was　selfish〃
  〃Selfish？　　Don't　say　that；　my　lad。　　Selfish？　　After　all　you　had
  gone　through？　　No；　I　shall　never　apply　that　word　to　you；　but　you
  you　don't　seem　to　realise〃　　The　father　hesitated　a　few　moments；
  then；　as　if　taking　a　plunge：
  〃You　don't　realise　just　how　big　a　thinghow　big　an　investment
  there　is　in　that　business　down　there。〃　　His　hand　swept　toward　the
  window　through　which　could　be　seen　the　lights　of　that　part　of　the
  town　which　clustered　about　the　various　mills　and　factories　of　which
  he　was　owner。
  〃I　know　there　is　a　lot；　Dad；　but　how　much　I　don't　know。〃
  〃There's　250；000　in　plant　alone；　boy；　but　there's　more　than　money；
  a　lot　more　than　money〃　　Then；　after　a　pause；　as　if　to　himself；　〃A
  lot　more　than　moneythere's　brain　sweat　and　heart　agony　and
  prayers　and　tearsand；　yes；　life；　boy；　your　mother's　life　and
  mine。　　We　worked　and　saved　and　prayed　and　planned〃
  He　stepped　quickly　toward　the　window；　drew　aside　the　curtain　and
  pointed　to　a　dark　mass　of　headland　beyond　the　twinkling　lights。
  〃You　see　the　Bluff　there。　　Fifty　years　ago　I　stood　with　my　father
  on　that　Bluff　and　watched　the　logs　come　down　the　river　to　the
  sawmillhis　sawmill；　into　which　he　had　put　his　total　capital；　five
  hundred　dollars。　　I　remember　well　his　words；　'My　son；　if　you　live
  out　your　life　you　will　see　on　that　flat　a　town　where　thousands　of
  men　and　women　will　find　homes　and；　please　God；　happiness。'　　Your
  mother　and　I　watched　that　town　grow　for　forty　years；　and　we　tried
  to　make　people　happyat　least；　if　they　were　not　it　was　no　fault　of
  hers。　　Of　course；　other　hands　have　been　at　the　work　since　then；　but
  her　hands　and　mine　more　than　any　other；　and　more　than　all　others
  together　were　in　it；　and　her　heart；　too；　was　in　it　all。〃
  The　boy　turned　from　the　window　and　sat　down　heavily　in　a　deep
  armchair；　his　hands　covering　his　face。　　His　heart　was　still　sick
  with　the　ache　that　had　smitten　it　that　day　in　front　of　Amiens　when
  the　Colonel；　his　father's　friend；　had　sent　for　him　and　read　him　the
  wire　which　had　brought　the　terrible　message　of　his　mother's　death。
  The　long　months　of　days　and　nights　heavy　with　watching；　toiling；
  praying；　agonising；　for　her　twin　sons；　and　for　the　many　boys　who
  had　gone　out　from　the　little　town　wore　out　her　none　too　robust
  strength。　　Then；　the　sniper's　bullet　that　had　pierced　the　heart　of
  her　boy　seemed　to　reach　to　her　heart　as　well。　　After　that；　the　home
  that　once　had　been　to　its　dwellers　the　most　completely　heart…
  satisfying　spot　in　all　the　world　became　a　place　of　dread；　of
  haunting　ghosts；　of　acutely　poignant　memories。　　They　used　the　house
  for　sleeping　in　and　for　eating　in；　but　there　was　no　living　in　it
  longer。　　To　them　it　was　a　tomb；　though　neither　would　acknowledge　it
  and　each　bore　with　it　for　the　other's　sake。
  〃Honestly；　Dad；　I　wish　I　could　make　it　go；　for　your　sake〃
  〃For　my　sake；　boy？　　Why；　I　have　all　of　it　I　care　for。　　Not　for　my
  sake。　　But　what　else　can　we　do　but　stick　it？〃
  〃I　suppose　sobut　for　Heaven's　sake　give　me　something　worth　a
  man's　doing。　　If　I　could　tackle　a　job　such　as　you　and〃the　boy
  winced〃you　and　mother　took　on　I　believe　I'd　try　it。　　But　that
  office！　　Any　fool　could　sit　in　my　place　and　carry　on。　　It　is　like
  the　job　they　used　to　give　to　the　crocks　or　the　slackers　at　the　base
  to　do。　　Give　me　a　man's　job。〃
  The　father's　keen　blue　eyes　looked　his　son　over。
  〃A　man's　job？〃　he　said；　with　a　grim　smile；　realising　as　his　son　did
  not　how　much　of　a　man's　job　it　was。　　〃Suppose　you　learn　this　one　as
  I　did？〃
  〃What　do　you　mean；　Dad；　exactly？　　How　did　you　begin？〃
  〃I？　　At　the　tail　of　the　saw。〃
  〃All　right；　I'm　game。〃
  〃Boy；　you　are　rightI　believe　in　my　soul　you　are　right。　　You　did　a
  man's　job　'out　there'　and　you　have　it　in　you　to　do　a　man's　job
  again。〃
  The　son　shrugged　his　shoulders。　　Next　morning　at　seven　they　were
  down　at　the　planing　mill　where　men　were　doing　men's　work。　　He　was
  at　a　man's　job；　at　the　tail　of　a　saw；　and　drawing　a　man's　pay；
  rubbing　shoulders　with　men　on　equal　terms；　as　he　had　in　the
  trenches。　　And　for　the　first　time　since　Armistice　Day；　if　not　happy
  or　satisfied；　he　was　content　to　carry　on。
  CHAPTER　IV
  ANNETTE
  Sam　Wigglesworth　had　finished　with　school；　which　is　not　quite　the
  same　as　saying　that　he　had　finished　his　education。　　A　number　of
  causes　had　combined　to　bring　this　event　to　pass。　　First；　Sam　was
  beyond　the　age　of　compulsory　attendance　at　the　Public　School；　the
  School　Register　recording　him　as　sixteen　years　old。　　Then；　Sam's
  educational　career　had　been　anything　but　brilliant。　　Indeed；　it
  might　fairly　be　described　as　dull。　　All　his　life　he　had　been　behind
  his　class；　the　biggest　boy　in　his　class；　which　fact　might　have　been
  to　Sam　a　constant　cause　of　humiliation　had　he　not　held　as　of　the
  slightest　moment　merely　academic　achievements。　　One　unpleasant
  effect　which　this　fact　had　upon　Sam's　moral　quality　was　that　it
  tended　to　make　him　a　bully。　　He　was　physically　the　superior　of　all
  in　his　class；　and　this　superiority　he　exerted　for　what　he　deemed
  the　discipline　of　younger　and　weaker　boys；　who　excelled　him　in
  intellectual　attainment。
  Furthermore；　Sam；　while　quite　ready　to　enforce　the　code　of
  di