"It comes to me," he said presently, "that there's another kind of life which I have never fully understood. A man comes to London, young, strong, eager, and is speedily infected with a passion for success. He is exposed daily to a hundred gross temptations. If he had some original fineness of nature, it is soon blunted by the conditions of his life. He fights for standing-room because that is the first law of his existence. He then fights for conquest, and he conquers. At last he receives a fatal wound. But his courage does not fail him. He stands lonely and weak, fighting to the last. In the hour of his adversity he is wholly unconquered. That is real heroism. The final virtue of life is courage. He has this courage, and it is so great that it eclipses the memory of his faults." "You are thinking of my father?" said Arthur, in a low voice. "Yes. I who sat apart, criticising the world, am the sham hero. He who endured the crucifixion of the world is the real hero. Suffering does not necessarily ennoble men; but to suffer bravely is always noble. Ah, Arthur! when I think of that lonely grave which lies behind us, I say, not 'what bitterness is hidden there!' but 'what fortitude!' With all its faults, the life hidden in that grave may teach us all a lesson." And that was the epitaph of Archibold Masterman. The train sped on. The ancient towers of Winchester rose and sank; and were not they also the memorial of a Life not alone pure and gentle, but of a divine courage? ... And in that Life, as in multitudes of soiled and human lives, was not the final efficiency found in the fortitude that endures? "That is the real heroism," said Vickars. "At least it is clear that without this fortitude no kind of heroism is possible." Through the trees the gray hospice of St. Cross was visible for a transient moment. The high chalk downs succeeded, the green marshland, the broad estuary with its tossing boats and wide glimmering waters. An hour later a great ship loosed her moorings, and turned her bows toward the wider waters and the New World. THE END W. J. DAWSON'S WORKS Masterman and Son 12mo, cloth, $1.20 net A Soldier of the Future 12mo, cloth, $1.50. A Prophet in Babylon A Story of Social Service. Cloth, $1.50. Makers of Modern English 8 vols., leather, boxed, per set, $6.00 net. MAKERS OF ENGLISH POETRY. 8vo, cloth, gilt top, $1.50 net. MAKERS OF ENGLISH PROSE. 8vo, cloth, gilt top, $1.50 net. MAKERS OF ENGLISH FICTION. 3d edition, 12mo, cloth, gilt top, $1.50 net. "Mr. Dawson is an informing and delightful critic and his is the work of a real critic and a master of style."--_N. Y. Evening Sun_. The Threshold of Manhood 12mo, cloth, $1.25 net. The Empire of Love 12mo, cloth, $1.00 net. The Forgotten Secret Art binding, 50 cents net. The Evangelistic Note 12mo, cloth, $1.25 net. The Reproach of Christ With an Introduction by Newell Dwight Hillis. Cloth, $1.00 net.