"Don't make me guess. You know I am never able to guess a riddle." "He is going to present you with his new villa at Newport." "How could he have known that I was wishing for just that one thing? O, won't it be jolly to go there and spend our honeymoon," Ethel exclaims gleefully. "We will make your father come there and spend the summer. He really must take better care of his health." Discussing the details of their cloudless future, the lovers enter the dingy mining town of Woodward. The weather-beaten cottages, which never have known a coat of paint, do not attract their attention. The groups of ragged children playing in the dusty road, scurry out of the path of the horses. On the hillside to the left stands the Jumbo Breaker, the largest coal crusher in the world. Its rambling walls rise to a height of several hundred feet up a steep incline. The noise of the machinery within can be heard distinctly from the roadway. The grind, grind, grind of the mammoth crushers, which sound as a perpetual monotone to the townspeople, is lost on the ears of Ethel and Harvey. Not until they reach the center of the town do they realize they are at the end of their ride. "We never rode those five miles so quickly before," says Ethel. "O, yes we have. Why, it has taken us longer to-day than ever," Harvey replies, as he looks at his watch. "But of course it has not seemed long. We have had so much to talk about. We must make good time on the ride home or we will be late for dinner." They turn their horses and are off at a brisk trot back toward Wilkes-Barre. On passing through the upper end of Woodward they have not noticed a clump of men and women standing at the doorway of a miserable hovel, setting back from the road. Now the men and women are in the road and block the way. "I wonder what can have happened," exclaims Ethel. "Another accident, I presume," is Harvey's answer. "It does seem as though the Jumbo Breaker injures more men than any other in the district. It's all through using the new crusher. It's dangerous. I said so from the moment I inspected the model. But it saves a hundred men's labor; the company will not abolish its use." They are now so near the crowd that the horses have to be reigned in. "Who's hurt?" Harvey asks of a miner. "Nobody hurt, sir, only the Sheriff putting out Braun's widow." The scene in the court room looms up before Harvey. He sees the bent form of the miners' widow as she had bent over her little boy, weeping at the decision of the Judge who had said that she could not claim damages for the killing of her husband. He thinks of the check that is in his pocket--the reward he has gained for winning the case for the Paradise Company. A blush comes to his cheeks; his inner conscience is awakened. In the doorway of the hovel stands Sheriff Marlin. He is superintending the eviction.