"Merely for a difference of opinion, Governor?" lazily broke in a voice from the depths of a heavy armchair. "If you want to put it so, Norman, yes. Opinions, my boy, are the essence of life--they may lead to heaven or hell. Opinions make cowards or heroes, patriots or traitors, criminals or saints." "But you believe in free speech?" persisted the boy. "Yes. And that's more than any Socialist can say. I don't deny their right to speak their message. What I can't understand is how the people who have been hounded from the tyrant-ridden countries of the old world and found shelter and protection beneath our flag should turn thus to curse the hand that shields them." "But if they propose to give you a better flag, Governor?" drawled the lazy voice. "Why not consider?" "Look, Elena! Did the sun ever shine on anything more beautiful? See it fluttering from a thousand house-tops--the proud emblem of human freedom and human progress! Dewey has lifted it this morning on the foulest slave-pen of the Orient--the flag that has never met defeat. The one big faith in me is the belief that Almighty God inspired our fathers to build this Republic--the noblest dream yet conceived by the mind of man. Dewey has sunk a tyrant fleet and conquered an empire of slaves without the loss of a single man. The God of our fathers was with him. We have a message for the swarming millions of the East----" "Pardon the interruption, Governor, but I must hold the mirror up to nature just a moment--your portrait sketched by the poet-laureate of the English-speaking world. He speaks of the American: "Enslaved, illogical, elate. He greets the embarrassed gods, nor fears To shake the iron hand of Fate Or match with Destiny for beers. "Lo! imperturbable he rules, Unkempt, disreputable, vast-- And in the teeth of all the schools I--I shall save him at the last!" The Colonel smiled. "How do you like the picture?" "Not bad for an Englishman, Norman. You know we licked England twice----" "And we kin do it again, b' gosh, can't we?" blustered the younger man with mock heroics. "You can bet we can, my son!" continued the Colonel, quietly. "The roar of Dewey's guns are echoing round the world this morning. The lesson will not be lost. You will observe that even your English poet foresees at last our salvation. "'And in the teeth of all the schools I--I shall save him at the last!'" "Even in spite of the Socialists?" queried the boy, with a grin. "In spite of every foe--even those within our own household. War is the searchlight of history, the great revealer of national life, of hidden strength and unexpected weakness. I saw it in the Civil conflict--I've seen it in this little struggle----"