When the Colonel had greeted Elena at breakfast next morning he quietly asked:

"You met Norman?"

"Yes."

"I shall be glad to see him when he comes."

Elena threw her arms impulsively around his neck.

"Now you\'re a darling! Now you\'re big and strong and good and great again—and I love you."

The Colonel stroked her hair slowly, and asked with a smile:

"What time is he coming?"

"He\'s not coming." Elena laughed.

"Not coming?" the colonel repeated blankly.

"No. You\'re going to see him."

"Indeed!"

"You see, Guardie, he is a chip off the old block."

"It begins to look like he\'s the whole block," the Colonel remarked, dryly.

"Can you blame him after the way you acted?"

[94]"I can\'t say I do, much. I like a boy of spirit——"

"And individuality—that\'s your own pet idea Guardie."

The Colonel was silent a moment.

"Yes. I like his grit. Where will I find him?"

"At his desk at work in the newspaper office."

"I\'ll call him up and make an appointment."

The Colonel seized the telephone, called the newspaper office, and asked for Norman. He waited for several minutes before any one reached the \'phone. He scarcely recognized the short, sharp business accent of Norman\'s voice:

"Well, well, what is it?"

The Colonel cleared his throat.

"Here! Here! Get a move on you—what\'s the matter—I\'m in a hurry!"

"This is your father, Norman——"

"Get off the wire or quit your kiddin\'—what do you want?"

His father laughed.

"I beg your pardon, Governor, honestly I didn\'t recognize your voice until you laughed. I\'m awfully glad to hear it again. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I must say I like your impudence. What can you do for me? I want to see you right away. Shall I call at your office?"

[95]A pause ensued, followed by audible smiles at both ends of the wire.

"Of course not, sir. It seems a long time since I left home but I\'ve not forgotten the way. I\'ll come over as soon as I can leave my desk."

Two hours later he entered the library with a boyish laugh and grasped his father\'s hand.

The Colonel pressed it with deep tenderness.

"You must forgive me, boy. I wasn\'t fair to you the other day."

Norman tried to laugh, and stammered awkwardly:

"Well, when I hear a man of your age and experience say a thing like that, Governor, I begin to fear I\'m not quite as big as I thought I was."

"Then we\'re both in the right mind now, to begin all over again, are we not?"

"It\'s with you, sir," was the quick reply.

"Suppose I can convince you that you have entered on a mistaken mission—that your programme is foolish, impossible, and dangerous?"

"Do it, and I\'ll join you in trying to put an end to Socialism."

"Before I begin, let me ask you a very personal question."

"As many as you like, Governor," was the frank response.

[96]"Are you mixed up in any way personally with the young woman who spoke here that day?"

"We\'re comrades in the cause of humanity—that\'s all."

"You\'re sure that it is not her personal influence over you that has made you a Socialist?"

"Only in so far as she has made me think and feel."

"You have not made love to her?"

"Certainly not. I\'m engaged to Elena."

"Then it ought to be easy for us to understand each other. Come down out of the clouds of theory now, and tell me exactly how you are going to save humanity, and let\'s see if we can\'t work together for the same end. A great purpose like yours ought not to separate father and son—you can\'t defend such platitudes as this, for example, which one of your orators got off last night—listen!"

The Colonel took the morning paper from the table and read:

"Remember in this supreme hour that capitalism has you and your loved ones by the throats, is stealing your substance, draining your veins, and reducing you inch by inch to the potter\'s field. Every sweating den cries out to you as from the depths of hell to gird up your loins and march forth in one solid phalanx to strike [97]the blow that shall sound the knell of capitalistic despotism, and set the star of hope in the skies of the despairing and dying thousands of your class who are at the mercy of the vampires of soulless wealth. How long shall capitalism be allowed to work its devastation, spread its blighting curse, destroy manhood, debauch womanhood, and grind the flesh and blood and bone of childhood into food for Mammon?"

The Colonel paused.

"Such appeals to passion can only end in riot, bloodshed, and prison bars. You don\'t write such rot as that yourself, and yet the men you are following preach it."

"I\'m not following just now, Governor—I\'m trying to direct this tremendous impulse, this enthusiasm for humanity, called Socialism, into a practical experiment that will demonstrate the truths of their faith, and from this white city of a glorified human life send out our missionaries to conquer the world. Give me ten thousand earnest men and women on the island of Ventura, isolated from contact with the corruption of the outside, and I\'ll show you a miracle more wonderful than if they had risen from the dead."

"And what are the foundations on which you propose to build this heaven on earth?"

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