XXIII After the Tragedy 271 XXIV "The Highway of the Upright" 277 XXV The Interests Versus Mary Randall 289 XXVI Out on Bail 297 XXVII Harvey Spencer Takes up the Trail 305 XXVIII The Forces That Conquer 317 XXIX The Call of Eternity 329 XXX At the Wedding Feast 335 XXXI With the Roses of Love 345 XXXII At Mary Randall's Summer Home 353 Afterward 359 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- LITTLE LOST SISTER PROLOGUE They came up suddenly over a bit of rising ground, the mill-owner and his friend the writer and student of modern industries, and stood in full view of the factory. The air was sweet with scent of apple-blossoms. A song sparrow trilled in the poplar tree. "What do you think of our factory?" asked the man of business and of success, turning his keen, aggressive face towards his companion. The other, the dreamer, waited for moments without speaking, carefully weighing the word, then he answered, "Horrible." "My dear fellow!" The owner's voice showed that he was really grieved. "Why horrible?" "Your mill is a crime against Nature. Look how it violates that landscape. Look how it stands there gaunt and tawdry against these fresh green meadows edged round with billowy white clouds that herald summer. And you are proud of it. Could you not have found some arid waste for this factory? Can't you see how Nature cries out against this outrage? Can't you see that she has dedicated this country to seed-time and harvest,--these verdant fields, deep woods and brooding streams?" "The Millville people wanted our factory. They paid us a subsidy to bring it here." "Blind, too!" The dreamer looked backward at the town. "They tell me that the founders there called their village Farmington. Have you ever reflected what a change you are working in the lives of these people by substituting industrialism for agriculture? Have you thought of the moral transformations such a substitution must work among them?" "We are not responsible for their morals," the mill-owner answered, impatiently. "We have spared nothing to make our factory up to date. The mill meets all the demands of modern hygiene and sanitation. We do that for them." His friend was silent for a time. "Your employes here are chiefly women, very young women," he said at last. "Yes, we have two hundred girls," replied the mill-owner. "What is your highest wage for a girl?" "Eight dollars a week." Again the younger man was silent. Then he took his friend's arm within his own.