Norman hastened to meet them at the foot of the platform steps. "Dis is me friend, Worth, de captain of de football team, Miss Barbara," proudly exclaimed the boy. Barbara extended her soft hand with a warm, friendly smile, and Norman clasped it while his heart throbbed. "I congratulate you," he said, "on your wonderful triumph to-night." "You were interested?" she asked, quietly. "More than I can tell you," was the quick response. "Then join our club and help me in my work among the poor," she urged, with frank eagerness. "We meet to-morrow afternoon at three o'clock. Won't you come?" A long, deep look into her brown eyes--his face flushed and his heart leaped with sudden resolution. "Thank you, I will," he slowly answered. He joined Elena at the door and they walked home in brooding silence. CHAPTER III THE BIRTH OF A MAN Norman stood silent and thoughtful before the fire in the dining-room, the morning after the meeting of the Socialists. His sleep had been feverish and a hundred half-formed dreams had haunted the moments in which he had lost consciousness with always the shining face of Barbara smiling and beckoning him on. Elena silently entered and watched him a moment before he saw her. "Still dreaming of the New Joan of Arc, Norman?" she asked with playful banter. "I'm going to do it, Elena," he said, with slow, thoughtful emphasis. "What? Marry her without even giving me the usual two weeks' notice?" Elena laughed. "Now, isn't that like a woman! I wasn't even thinking of the girl----" "Of course not." Norman laughed. "By Jove, you're jealous at last, Elena." "You flatter yourself." "Honestly, I wasn't thinking of the girl----" "Well, I've been thinking of her. She haunts me. I like her and I hate her. I feel that she's charming and vicious, of the spirit and flesh, and yet I can't help believing that she's good. The woman who introduced her is a she-devil, and the man who presided over that meeting is a brute. It's a pity she's mixed up with them. What are you going to do--play the hero and rescue her from their clutches?" "Nonsense. The girl is nothing to me, except as the symbol of a great idea. It stirs my blood. I'm going to join the Socialist Club." "Of which the fair Barbara is secretary." "Come with me, and join too. We'll go together to every meeting." "Have you gone mad?" Elena asked, with deep seriousness. "I'm in dead earnest." "And you think your father will stand for it?" "That remains to be seen. I'm going to tackle him as soon as he comes down to breakfast." "Well, if I never see you again, good-bye, old pal." She extended her hand in mock gravity. "I'm not afraid of him." "No, of course not!" "You're a coward, or you'd stand by me. Wait, Elena, he's coming now." "Why stand by? You're not afraid? I'll return in time for the inquest. Brace up! Remember Barbara. Be a hero!" With a ripple of laughter she disappeared as the Colonel's footsteps were heard at the door.