XVI. THE STORY OF ONE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD 254 XVII. UPROOTING A HUMAN TREE 277 XVIII. BOHEMIA’S HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS 293 XIX. THE JOYS 310 XX. PEOPLE OF THE PAST 317 XXI. THE BUTTERFLY’S FLIGHT 331 XXII. THE PROP THAT FAILED 340 XXIII. THE BOOK AND ITS CRITICS 353 XXIV. WHO ARE THEY? 358 XXV. LAST WORDS 379 PREFACE. The good old custom of the author telling his readers in a preface why he wrote his book, happily has not yet gone out of date. Though no particular friend to guide-board literature in general, I confess to a weakness for the preface. It has its helpful uses. There the author can talk directly to his readers, without filtering his thoughts through the brains of his characters; and in consequence the readers come into closer sympathy with him and understand him better. In not a few cases I have wished books were all preface. I hope others may not wish so in this case. In the preface we meet the author face to face, as it were, and he becomes ours or we become his at once. It is a little confidential glimpse into his soul, which he kindly gives us before we enter it by means of the book. Yes, I am decidedly in favor of the preface, both as reader and author. A time-honored method of prefatory writing, made the author assume a modesty that was self-depreciatory in the extreme. More often than not he warned readers off by throwing out hints disparaging his own ability. To such few readers as he thought might follow him through the book in spite of his assurance that it would be unprofitable to do so, he apologized with the utmost humility for the waste of their time and drain upon their patience for which he was about to be responsible. I shall do no such thing. On the contrary, I believe that he who reads this book will not find his time ill spent. Its theme is the most important that can engage the human race. It is my answer to the mightiest question ever propounded. _My_ answer. Its value extends that far and no farther. “It is only insight into the ground of being that secures satisfaction and thorough knowledge.” My light may be only a rush-light; but such as it is I obey the behest to let it shine.