“I do not care to emphasize my private interests,” answered Mr. Worthington, at last appearing to get into his stride again. “I wish to put the matter on broader grounds. Men like you and me ought not to be so much concerned with our own affairs as with those of the population amongst whom we live. And I think I am justified in putting it to you on these grounds.” “H-have to be justified, do you--have to be justified?” Jethro inquired. “Er--why?” This was a poser, and for a moment he stared at Jethro, blankly, until he decided how to take it. Then he crossed his legs and blew smoke toward the ceiling. “It is certainly fairer to everybody to take the broadest view of a situation,” he remarked; “I am trying to regard this from the aspect of a citizen, and I am quite sure that it will appeal to you in the same light. If the spirit which imbued the founders of this nation means anything, Mr. Bass, it means that the able men who are given a chance to rise by their own efforts must still retain the duties and responsibilities of the humblest citizens. That, I take it, is our position, Mr. Bass,--yours and mine.” Mr. Worthington had uncrossed his legs, and was now by the inspiration of his words impelled to an upright position. Suddenly he glanced at Jethro, and started for Jethro had sunk down on the small of his back, his chin on his chest, in an attitude of lassitude if not of oblivion. There was a silence perhaps a little disconcerting for Mr. Worthington, who chose the opportunity to relight his cigar. “G-got through?” said Jethro, without moving, “g-got through?” “Through?” echoed Mr. Worthington, “through what?” “T-through Sunday-school,” said Jethro. Worthington dropped his match and stamped on it, and Wetherell began to wonder how much the man would stand. It suddenly came over the storekeeper that the predicament in which Mr. Worthington found himself whatever it was--must be a very desperate one. He half rose in his chair, sat down again, and lighted another match. “Er--director in the Truro Road, hain't you, Mr. Worthington?” asked Jethro, without looking at him. “Yes.” “Er--principal stockholder--ain't you?” “Yes--but that is neither here nor there, sir.” “Road don't pay--r-road don't pay, does it?” “It certainly does not.” “W-would pay if it went to Brampton and Harwich?” “Mr. Bass, the company consider that they are pledged to the people of this section to get the road through. I am not prepared to say whether the road would pay, but it is quite likely that it would not.” “Ch-charitable organization?” said Jethro, from the depths of his chair. “The pioneers in such matters take enormous risks for the benefit of the community, sir. We believe that we are entitled to a franchise, and in my opinion the General Court are behaving disgracefully in refusing us one. I will not say all I think about that affair, Mr. Bass. I am convinced that influences are at work--” He broke off with a catch in his throat.