"Father--father!" cried Grant, as a new wave of emotion surged in from the outer bourne of his soul, "you once said Dick Bowman sold out the town and took money for voting for the Harvey Improvement bond steal. But what if he did? That was merely circumstance. Dick is a little man who has had to fight for money all his life--just enough money to feed his hungry children. And here came an opportunity to get hold of--what was it?--a hundred dollars--" Amos Adams nodded. "Well, then, a hundred dollars, and it would buy so much, and leading citizens came and told him it was all right--men we have educated with our taxes and our surplus money in universities and colleges. And we haven't educated Dick; we've just taught him to fight--to fight for money, and to think money will do everything in God's beautiful world. So Dick took it. That was the Dick that man and Harvey and America made, father, but I saw the Dick that God made!" He stopped and cried out passionately, "And some day, some day all the world must know this man--this great-souled, common American--that God made!" Grant's voice was low, but a thousand impulses struggled across his features for voice and his eyes were infinitely sad as he gazed at the curly, brown hair of the child in his arms playing with the buttons on his coat. The minister looked at his wife. She was wet-faced and a-tremble, and had her hands over her eyes. Amos Adams's old, frank face was troubled. The son turned upon him and cried: "Father--you're right when you say character makes happiness. But what do you call it--surroundings--where you live and how you live and what you do for a living--environment! That's it, that's the word--environment has lots and lots to do with character. Let the company reduce its dividends by giving the men a chance at decent living conditions, in decent houses and decent streets, and you'll have another sort of attitude toward the company. Quit cheating them at the store, and you'll have more honesty in the mines; quit sprinkling sour beer and whiskey on the sawdust in front of the saloons to coax men in who have an appetite, and you'll have less drinking--but, of course, Sands will have less rents. Let the company obey the law--the company run by men who are pointed out as examples, and there'll be less lawlessness among the men when trouble comes. Why, Mr. Dexter, do you know as we sat down there in the dark, we counted up five laws which the company broke, any one of which would have prevented the fire, and would have saved ninety lives. Trash in the passage leading to the main shaft delayed notifying the men five minutes--that's against the law. Torches leaking in the passageway where there should have been electric lights--that's against the law. Boys--little ten-year-olds working down there--cheap, cheap!" he cried, "and dumping that pine lumber under a dripping torch--that's against the law. Having no fire drill, and rusty water plugs and hose