"But a technological school like the one in Boston,"--Pemberton had instanced this famous school as an example they should follow,--"that's a place to educate boys out of their class, to make them ambitious, to push them ahead of their mates into some higher class." "Well?" asked Pemberton. "What's the matter with that idea? Doesn't all education do just that for those who are fitted for it?" "Uncle wanted something so different! He wanted to make boys good workmen, to give them something to be contented with when they had just labor before them, daily labor, in the factories and mills." The judge's face puckered in puzzle over this speech. He was of an older generation, and he could see life only in the light of competition. Free competition in all the avenues of life--that was his ideal. And the constant labor disputes in Chicago had thickened his prejudices against the working people as a class. He believed, in common with his associates, that their one aim was to get somebody's money without working for it. But the other man, who was younger and less prejudiced, was more responsive. He felt that this woman had an idea, that she knew perhaps what the benefactor really wanted, and so they talked of the school until the train reached Chicago. As they rose to leave the cars, Pemberton said warmly:-- "I am glad we have had this talk, Mrs. Hart. I think I see what you mean, although I am not at all clear how to attain the objects that you describe as the donor's intention. But you have modified my ideas very materially. May I call on you some day and continue this discussion?" "If you would!" Helen exclaimed, glowing with an enthusiasm unfelt for a long time. "Well," the judge concluded, "I hope we can get the thing settled pretty soon and start on the building. I want to see something done before I die." "Yes," Helen assented, "I should think you would want to see the school go up. And I hope Jackson will have the building of it." She expressed this wish very simply, without considering how it might strike the trustees. It was merely a bit of sentiment with her that her husband, who had got his education from Powers Jackson, might, as a pure labor of love, in gratitude, build this monument to the old man. It did not then enter her mind that there would be a very large profit in the undertaking. She assumed that the architect would do the work without pay! It was not until Pemberton's thin lips closed coldly and the judge stared at her in surprise that she realized what she had said. Then her face turned crimson with the thought of her indelicacy, as Judge Phillips replied shortly:-- "We haven't got that far yet, Mrs. Hart. It's probable that if we build we shall have a competition of designs."