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“What made you think of mother?” said Hermione. “No compulsion at all,” said Orestes. “I find it comes natural. Walking up that hill, when you were too much out of breath for conversation, I was going over some of the things she said, and what I intended to say if we met again. “Hermione, I accepted your father’s offer of reconciliation in as ugly a mood as I have had toward him. I wouldn’t have done it but for you!” “It was too bad, the way it turned out,” said Hermione. “Yau wanted to devote those last minutes' to mother. I’m sure she was disappointed, too, she has so few opportunities for the- kind of talk she likes.” “To spend an hour on Menelaos when it might have been Helen!” said Orestes. “She has a fine mind, but it’s undisciplined. She is very acute in her perceptions, but as far as I could observe she follows them to no logical end. “About the difference between

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error and sin, and about repenting only in advance, she’s essentially right, but she declines to give those ideas a social application.” “How wise you are,” said Hermione. “What do you mean, Orestes?” “Why, she talks as though society were only a name for a group of human beings, and as though each human being were the important thing,'whereas we know now that ‘human being’ is just a term for the social atom. “She’s interested in the happiness of the individual, and there is no sound reason why any individual should be happy. She ought to be concerned for the welfare of society. It’s odd that she and I should have come together, for we have been working on principles diametrically opposed. “You can’t hold aloof from your fellows ahd be an individual, as she tries to be; you’ve got to take your place in society, as I try to. “Repenting in advance is all very

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well for the egotist, but for the socially minded it’s meaningless. You’ve got to punish crime and reward virtue, if you feel any responsibility for keeping the world going. She hardly is aware of such ideas, I should say, and Menelaos is a bit blind to them, too.” "Will you open that smaller wallet?” said Hermione. “No, father is not socially minded, but his individual biscuits are serviceable.” “The hopeful thing to me,” said Orestes, “is that her mind runs on ethical theory. It’s a promising sign, even though her view of the subject is limited and personal. “You observed, I suppose, that her theories all throw light on her own conduct. I should call that a meager result. You can’t get very far in modern ethics unless you approach it as a social problem. “One man on a desert island, would be neither good nor bad.” “Oh, you don’t understand her at all!” said Hermione. “I’m sure mother would reply to any such illustration as that, that a single apple on a desert island would be either a good apple or a bad one, and the same with a single man. “And if society wasn’t there to appreciate the apple, of if society was there and didn’t apreciate the man, so much the worse for society. “Unless society were there with Its standards and judgments, how would you know what is a good or a bad apple?” said Orestes. “Some like them greenish, some rather mellow.” “You don’t'mean that right and wrong are a matter of opinion!” said Hermione. “I side with mother. I think there is such a thing as a good apple. I wish we had one. . . . Orestes! “If right and wrong are a matter of opinion, then you weren’t absolutely right in—in what you did. You only thought you were!” “I thought I was, and still think so,” said Orestes, “and the chief reason I think so is that I was following the opinion of the best society about revenge.” “But not about filial duty,” said Hermidne. “You haven’t your mother’s good sense, nor her tact,” said Orestes. “I had to choose between two social duties, in a case where either choice would be wrong. It had to be, as I said, -a matter of opinion.” “If either choice would have been wrong, there may be something the matter’ with these social duties, don’t you think?” “Hermione, what’s done is done, and you only add to my unhappiness by such questions. You should

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have talked this w&y beforehand, or not at all!” “That’s mother’s idea,” said Hermione. "It does help, doesn’t it?” “I don’t think it’s quite the same idea,” said Orestes. “I didn’t mean to quote your mother.” “Try one of father’s biscuits,” said Hermione. “Coming back to where we got off the subject,” said Orestes, “it’s the same way with beauty. Some people say that beauiy is a positive thing, a kind of possession. You’ve noticed the remark about certain women, that they have great beauty. Os course that’s wrong. “Beauty is simply an effect—the effect of extreme approval—a matter of opinion. When we are wisei we shall say that such women are beautiful, not that they have beauty, or, better still, we’ll say they make the favorable impression called beauty.” “Mother won’t mind,” said ‘Hermione. “So long as she always creates the same impression, the gift will be absolute enough for her.” “But does she always?” said Ores-

tes. “I’ve met her only once, you know.” “Yes, I know,” said Hjrmione. “But the oftener you look at her the more it will be so.” “I’d like to see that for myself,” said Orestes. “But aren’t there buildings, and landscapes, and things, which always excite the same opinion in people, or so nearly always that you think there’s something peculiar about the people who don’t like them?” “What if there are?” “Well, I should say that if they always make the same effect, there may be something constant in them, something in the proportions, perhaps, or,the colors, which you might call beauty. I wish I had mother’s coloring.” “You may say just as easily that there is something universal in human nature. Your mother has had her career because she has certain physical proportions which you call beauty, or because—” “Or because men are all alike!”

said Hermione. “I get your point now. Shall we walk on? I don’t see a house on the horizon.” “There’s one seven miles ahead, if that man was a good Judge of distance,” said Orestes. “We’ll make it by nightfall.” “I couldn’t walk so far If my life depended on it,” said Hermione. “Can’t we sleep out tonight, in some cave or shelter or something? I’ve heard of it being done." “Have you heard of any cave in the neighborhood?” said Orestes. “That’s the point. The com try is all flat rocks and sunlight, so far as I can see. Let’s walk till you want to stop, and we’ll decide then what to do next.”

“Orestes, this can’t go on, day after day. We shall perish. I try to be cheerful, but I’m giving out.” "You’re all right, Hermione,” said Orestes. “You’re a bit over-tried, and perhaps the strain of that reception vre got last evening has told on you. “A night In the open air Is Just what we want. At least we can

get away from people. We could be perfectly happy, you and I, if it weren’t for the people we have to meet.” “Well, I’ll try it a little farther.” He got the bundles on his shoulder and started off, and she followed slowly. When they had gone half a mile or so he turned around and faced her. “There’s another striking thing about your mother,” he said. “Have you noticed that whenever she addresses you—” CHAPTER VI “Menelaos,” said Eteoneus, "I think I’ve done your wife some injustice, and I’d like to retract several things I said of her—we needn’t recall them. I’ve been talking with her.” “You mean you’ve been looking at her,” said Menelaos. “I quite understand, and your apology is accepted. She has a persuading appearance. You are not the first.” (To Be Continued) Copyright, 1825, by th Bobbi-MerrU Cos.

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