"You damned fanatic, shut up!" began Halsey savagely. "Get on out of here. You don't know your own friends! Who's to blame for your troubles? Haven't you got heads of your own? Haven't you got votes of your own? Can't you right your _own_ wrongs, the first minute you get ready to do it, I'd like to know? I'm _for_ you, do you understand; but you make it hard for any one to help you. You've had sluggers after our men all the time over there, and now you come and want us to pay you for that. You're over here to make trouble to-night, maybe slug me--perhaps that's what you are trying to do to me--and you want us to pay you for _that_. You talk about monopolies and trusts--what you're trying to do is to make the worst trust in the country--a monopoly in ignorance and savagery. Go on home and let me alone! I tell you, my wife is dead. I am going back to her!" "He's lying to us!" cried out a voice in the crowd. "He's trying to get us sorry for him!" "That's it!" screamed the Jew, who had edged to the front and who now stood crouched, menacing, not far from Halsey's erect and irate frame. "That's vhat he iss. He'ss only trying to fool us. Kill him! Ve've vaited long enough! Gif it to him!" He sprang to one side, crouching. IV Those back of them, at the gallery, in the rear of the entry, heard some sort of scuffle, a snarling of voices, curses. There were sounds of blows. Then came a flash, a shocking report; after that, a half-instant of silence, and the sound of scattering and departing footsteps. There remained only one figure, lying outstretched on the gravel. To render succor to this, to offer aid, there was now only one human being left in all that place--she who now came hurrying forward. Virginia Rawn half raised Halsey as he lay. "Charley!" she said quietly. "Can you talk?" He gasped and nodded. "Through here!" He touched his chest. "I guess I'll not--be able--" She called out, to any back of her, for aid. The frightened servant came, and between them they got him somehow into the house, dragging him to the gold-room library which they had but lately left. They placed him there upon a couch. Virginia Rawn rose and waved the man away. He hurried after help. "Charley!" she said, turning to him; "can you talk?" "A little. What is it, Jennie?" "You're hurt bad--very bad." "Through here," he said again, and touched his chest. His breath was hard. His garments were soaked with blood. His face was bluish-gray. V She looked into his soul the query of her own. Perhaps there was something not wholly unworthy in the bond between them, since now it enabled them to talk, one soul with the other, almost without words.... The great, secret, all-powerful, world current, interstellar, not international, the one great power--of love, as she once said--was theirs.... Yes, it was theirs, if only for a little while.