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m。 Radium has exploded the conservation of energy theoryturned it into a last year's hat。 Answer me； if Christianity is the same as when it wore among its savage ornaments a devil with horns and a flaming Hell！ Forever and forever the human race reaches out its hand and shapes some system； some creed； some government； and declares： 'This is at length the final thing； the cure…all；' and lo and behold； something flowing and eternal in the race itself presently splits the creed and the government to pieces！ Truth is a very marvelous thing。 We feel it； it can fill our eyes with tears； our hearts with joy； it can make us die for it； but once our human lips attempt to formulate and thus imprison it； it becomes a lie。 You cannot shut truth up in any words。〃
〃But it shall prevail！〃 the boy exclaimed with a sort of passion。
〃Everything prevails；〃 I answered him。
〃I don't like that；〃 he said。
〃Neither do I；〃 I returned。 〃But Jacob got Esau's inheritance by a mean trick。〃
〃Jacob was punished for it。〃
〃Did that help Esau much？〃
〃You are a pessimist！〃
〃Just because I see Jacob and Esau to…day； alive and kicking in Wall Street； Washington； Newport； everywhere？〃
〃You're no optimist； anyhow！〃
〃I hope I'm blind in neither eye。〃
〃You don't give us credit〃
〃For what？〃
〃For what we've accomplished since Jacob。〃
〃Printing； steam； and electricity； for instance？ They spread the Bible and the yellow journal with equal velocity。〃
〃I don't mean science。 Take our institutions。〃
〃Well； we've accomplished hospitals and the stock marketa pretty even set…off between God and the devil。〃
He laughed。 〃You don't take a high view of us！〃
〃Nor a low one。 I don't play ostrich with any of the staring permanences of human nature。 We're just as noble to…day as David was sometimes； and just as bestial to…day as David was sometimes； and we've every possibility inside us all the time； whether we paint our naked skins； or wear steel armor or starched shirts。〃
〃Well； I believe good is the guiding power in the world。〃
〃Oh； John Mayrant！ Good and evil draw us on like a span of horses； sometimes like a tandem； taking turns in the lead。 Order has melted into disorder； and disorder into new orderhow many times？〃
〃But better each time。〃
〃How can you know； who never lived in any age but your own？〃
〃I know we have a higher ideal。〃
〃Have we？ The Greek was taught to love his neighbor as himself。 He gave his great teacher a cup of poison。 We gave ours the cross。〃
Again he looked away from me into the sweet old churchyard。 〃I can't answer you； but I don't believe it。〃
This brought me to gayety。 〃That's unanswerable； anyhow！〃
He still stared at the graves。 〃Those people in there didn't think all these uncomfortable things。〃
〃Ah！ no！ They belonged in the first volume of the history of our national soul； before the bloom was off us。〃
〃That's an odd notion！ And pray what volume are we in now？〃
〃Only the second。〃
〃Since when？〃
〃Since that momentous picnic； the Spanish War！〃
〃I don't see how that took the bloom off us。〃
〃It didn't。 It merely waked Europe up to the facts。〃
〃Our battleships； you mean？〃
〃Our steel rails； our gold coffers； our roaring affluence。〃
〃And our very accurate shooting！〃 he insisted； for he was a Southerner； and man's gallantry appealed to him more than man's industry。
I laughed。 〃Yes； indeed！ We may say that the Spanish War closed our first volume with a bang。 And now in the second we bid good…by to the virgin wilderness； for it's explored； to the Indian； for he's conquered； to the pioneer； for he's dead； we've finished our wild； romantic adolescence and we find ourselves a recognized world power of eighty million people； and of general commercial endlessness； and playtime over。〃
I think； John Mayrant now asserted； 〃that it is going too far to say the bloom is off us。〃
〃Oh； you'll find snow in the woods away into April and May。 The freedom…loving American； the embattled farmer； is not yet extinct in the far recesses。 But the great cities grow like a creeping paralysis over freedom； and the man from the country is walking into them all the time because the poor； restless fellow believes wealth awaits him on their pavements。 And when he doesn't go to them； they come to him。 The Wall Street bucket…shop goes fishing in the woods with wires a thousand miles long； and so we exchange the solid trailblazing enterprise of Volume One for Volume Two's electric unrest。 In Volume One our wagon was hitched to the star of liberty。 Capital and labor have cut the traces。 The labor union forbids the workingman to labor as his own virile energy and skill prompt him。 If he disobeys； he is expelled and called a 'scab。' Don't let us call ourselves the land of the free while such things go on。 We're all thinking a deal too much about our pockets nowadays。 Eternal vigilance cannot watch liberty and the ticker at the same time。
〃Well；〃 said John Mayrant； 〃we're not thinking about our pockets in Kings Port； because〃 （and here there came into his voice and face that sudden humor which made him so delightful）〃because we haven't got any pockets to think of！〃
This brought me down to cheerfulness from my flight among the cold clouds。
He continued： 〃Any more lamentations； Mr。 Jeremiah？〃
〃Those who begin to call names； John Mayrantbut never mind！ I could lament you sick if I chose to go on about our corporations and corruption that I see with my pessimistic eye； but the other eye sees the American man himselfthe type that our eighty millions on the whole melt into and to which my heart warms each time I land again from more polished and colder shoresmy optimistic eye sees that American dealing adequately with these political diseases。 For stronger even than his kindness； his ability； and his dishonesty is his self…preservation。 He's going to stand up for the 'open shop' and sit down on the 'trust'； and I assure you that I don't in the least resemble the Evening Post。〃
A look of inquiry was in John Mayrant's features。
〃The New York Evening Post；〃 I repeated with surprise。 Still the inquiry of his face remained。
〃Oh； fortunate youth！〃 I cried。 〃To have escaped the New York Evening Post！〃
〃Is it so heinous？〃
〃Well！ 。。。 well！ 。。。 how exactly describe it？ 。。。 make you see it？ 。。。 It's partially tongue…tied； a sad victim of its own excesses。 Habitual over…indulgence in blaming has given it a painful stutter when attempting praise； it's the sprucely written sheet of the supercilious； it's the after…dinner pill of the American who prefers Europe； it's our Republic's common scold； the Xantippe of journalism； the paper without a country。〃
〃The paper without a country！ That's very good！〃
〃Oh； no！ I'll tell you something much better； but it is not mine。 A clever New Yorker said that what with The Sun〃
〃I know that paper。〃
〃what with The Sun making vice so attractive in the morning and the Post making virtue so odious in the evening； it was very hard for a man to be good in New York。〃
〃I fear I should subscribe to The Sun；〃 said John Mayrant。 He took his hand from the church…gate railing； and we had turned to stroll down Worship Street when he was unexpectedly addressed。
For some minutes； while John Mayrant and I had been talking； I had grown aware； without taking any definite note of it； that the old custodian of the churchyard； Daddy Ben； had come slowly near us from the distant corner of his demesne； where he had been （to all appearances） engaged in some trifling activity among the flowersperhaps picking off the faded blossoms。 It now came home to me that the venerable negro had really been； in a surreptitious way； watching John Mayrant； and waiting for somethingeither for the right moment to utter what he now uttered； or his own delayed decision to utter it at all。
〃Mas' John！〃 he called quite softly。 His tone was fairly padded with caution； and I saw that in the pause which followed； his eye shot a swift look at the bruise on Mayrant's forehead； and another look； equally swift； at me
〃Well； Daddy Ben； what is it？〃
The custodian shunted close to the gate which separated him from us。 〃Mas' John； I speck de President he dun' know de cullud people like we knows 'um； else he nebber bin 'pint dat ar boss in de Cussum House； no； sah。〃
After this effort he wiped his forehead and breathed hard。
To my astonishment； the effort brought immediately a stern change over John Mayrant's face； then he answered in the kindest tones； 〃Thank you； Daddy Ben。〃
This answer interpreted for me the whole thing； which otherwise would have been obscure enough： the old man held it to be an indignity that his young 〃Mas' John〃 should； by the President's act； find himself the subordinate of a member of the black race； and he had just now； in his perspiring effort； expressed his sympathy！ Why he had chosen this particular moment （after quite obvious debate with himself） I did not see until somewhat later。
He now left us standing at the gate； and it was not for some moments that John Mayrant spoke again； evidently closing； for our two selves； this delicate subject。
〃I wish we had not got into that second volume of yours。〃
〃That's not progressive。〃
〃I hate progr