"Neither Kathleen Pierce nor her father can claim exemption or consideration in this instance," Hal had written, in what he chose to consider his most telling passage. "Were it the girl's first offense of temerity, allowance might be made. But the city streets have long been the more perilous because of her defiance of the rights of others. Here she runs true to type. She is her father's own daughter. In the light of his character and career, of his use of the bludgeon in business, of his resort to foul means when fair would not serve, of his brutal disregard of human rights in order that his own power might be enhanced, of his ruthless and crushing tyranny, not alone toward his employees, but toward all labor in its struggle for better conditions, we can but regard the girl who left her victim crushed and senseless in the gutter and sped on because, in the words of her own bravado, she 'had a train to catch,' as a striking example of the influence of heredity. If the law which she so contemptuously brushed aside is to be aborted by the influence and position of her family, the precept will be a bitter and dangerous one. Much arrant nonsense is vented concerning the 'class-hatred' stirred up by any criticism of the rich. One such instance as the running-down of Miss Cleary bears within it far more than the extremest demagoguery the potentialities of an unleashed hate. It is a lesson in lawlessness." Still in the afterglow of composition, Hal, tinkering lightly with the proofs, felt a hand on his shoulder. "Well, Boy-ee," said the voice of Dr. Surtaine. "Hello, father," returned Hal. "Sit down. What's up?" "I've just had a message from E.M. Pierce." "Did you obey a royal command and go to his office?" "No." "Neither did I." "With you it's different. You're a younger man. And Elias M. Pierce is the most powerful--um--er--well, _as_ powerful as any man in Worthington." "Outside of this office, possibly." "Don't you be foolish, Boy-ee. You can't fight him." "Nor do I want to," said Hal, a little chilled, nevertheless, by the gravity of the paternal tone. "But when he comes in here and dictates what the 'Clarion' shall and shall not print--" "About his own daughter." "News, father. It's news." "News is what you print. If you don't print it, it isn't news. Isn't that right? Well, then!" "Not quite. News is what happens. If no paper published this, it would be current by word of mouth just the same. A hundred people saw it." "Anyway, tone your article down, won't you, Boy-ee?" "I'm afraid I can't, Dad." "Of course you can. Here, let me see it." McGuire Ellis looked up sharply, his face wrinkled into an anxious query. It relaxed when Hal handed the editorial proof to the Doctor, saying, "Look at this, instead." Dr. Surtaine read slowly and carefully. "Do you know what you're doing?" he said, replacing the strip of paper. "I think so." "That editorial will line up every important business man in Worthington against you."