“To be sure it was a limited proprietorship over his conscience which Sam had given to the Union. He could keep and use it until the Union called for it. He had given a kind of note payable in the use of his conscience _on demand_. “Sam had no quarrel with the works--no more quarrel than the Germans had with the Belgians--not a bit. He was more than satisfied with his wages and his hours and his general treatment His conscience told him that his duty was to keep at work. But he discovered suddenly that he had no right to the use of his own conscience. He had deeded it, on demand, to the Union--lock, stock and barrel. Sam had become a kind of German soldier. “War was declared. Some of the faithful servants of the big shop were slain. Others were injured; a part of the properly was wrecked. Sam tried to do the right thing, but couldn't. He went with the German army. “Now, a man's conscience is given to him for his own use--exclusively for his own use. There's nothing truer than this: A man's conscience is like his tooth-brush--it should have but one proprietor. You can not leave it lying around like an old pair of shoes. Your umbrella is not as easily lost. It is like your right hand. You can not lay it away--you can not lend it, and the more you use it the better it is and the less you use it the weaker it is. Either disuse or misuse will injure it and possibly deprive you of its service. “Now, Sam's conscience got mislaid in the shuffle. He suddenly discovered that he hadn't any. I guess it was rather small at best. It was through this loss that I came to know about him. He was out of work for seven months and got to drinking. Idleness and regret and the loss of friends turned him toward the downward path of women, wine and song. He is now in a Federal prison for counterfeiting--the victim of Williamism. “Now just what had happened to Sam had happened to every man in the German army. In that deal with the Kaiser his conscience had got mislaid. He was ready to cut off the hands of a child or torture a wounded man or shoot an inoffensive civilian. His officers encouraged him to do it and his conscience was not on duty. It had been turned over to the Kaiser and the Bundesrath. It had got lost in the shuffle. “I have told you that William had made the ideal of Germany that of the insect. Let me be sure that you get my meaning. “Have you watched a hive of bees in bright summer weather? Well, you will find that the workers wear out their wings in two weeks and die. The hive has only two purposes--storage and race perpetuation. [Illustration: 0065] These purposes are carried out with ruthless and perfect efficiency. The drones are stung to death as soon as they are discovered. The worker will starve and die for the queen. The welfare of the hive is the main thing--that of the individual of no account whatever. The ants live and die on the same general plan.