Y.M. Very well, have it so, if you will. But it could be that he argued that if he saved a hundred souls in New York— O.M. The sacrifice of the _family_ would be justified by that great profit upon the—the—what shall we call it? Y.M. Investment? O.M. Hardly. How would _speculation_ do? How would _gamble_ do? Not a solitary soul-capture was sure. He played for a possible thirty-three-hundred-per-cent profit. It was _gambling_—with his family for “chips.” However let us see how the game came out. Maybe we can get on the track of the secret original impulse, the _real_ impulse, that moved him to so nobly self—sacrifice his family in the Savior’s cause under the superstition that he was sacrificing himself. I will read a chapter or so.... Here we have it! It was bound to expose itself sooner or later. He preached to the East-Side rabble a season, then went back to his old dull, obscure life in the lumber-camps “_hurt to the heart, his pride humbled_.” Why? Were not his efforts acceptable to the Savior, for Whom alone they were made? Dear me, that detail is _lost sight of_, is not even referred to, the fact that it started out as a motive is entirely forgotten! Then what is the trouble? The authoress quite innocently and unconsciously gives the whole business away. The trouble was this: this man merely _preached_ to the poor; that is not the University Settlement’s way; it deals in larger and better things than that, and it did not enthuse over that crude Salvation-Army eloquence. It was courteous to Holme—but cool. It did not pet him, did not take him to its bosom. “_Perished were all his dreams of distinction, the praise and grateful approval_—” Of whom? The Savior? No; the Savior is not mentioned. Of whom, then? Of “his _fellow-workers_.” Why did he want that? Because the Master inside of him wanted it, and would not be content without it. That emphasized sentence quoted above, reveals the secret we have been seeking, the original impulse, the _real_ impulse, which moved the obscure and unappreciated Adirondack lumberman to sacrifice his family and go on that crusade to the East Side—which said original impulse was this, to wit: without knowing it _he went there to show a neglected world the large talent that was in him, and rise to distinction_. As I have warned you before, _no_ act springs from any but the one law, the one motive. But I pray you, do not accept this law upon my say-so; but diligently examine for yourself. Whenever you read of a self-sacrificing act or hear of one, or of a duty done for _duty’s sake_, take it to pieces and look for the _real_ motive. It is always there. Y.M. I do it every day. I cannot help it, now that I have gotten started upon the degrading and exasperating quest. For it is hatefully interesting!—in fact, fascinating is the word. As soon as I come across a golden deed in a book I have to stop and take it apart and examine it, I cannot help myself. O.M. Have you ever found one that defeated the rule?