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TEE ETEICS OF TEE PROFESSION 33 "Harris will help me," he thought, "for the sake of auld lang syne." He had forgot, when they had de- cided to come to this spot, that Harris had a home here, and that he had spoken of making frequent winter trips to it for rest. 'When Olive came up, a tew minutes later, he failed to note the excitement she was laboring under in the stress of his own anxiety —that anxiety for her. "Do you happen to know, my dear," he queried, "whether the Harrises are here ?'' The girl started. She was young in concealment, and, after all, Richard had been good. "Why, how should I know?" she demanded; "they are your friends, Richard.'' "I think I'll phone," the doctor said drearily. '' I 've got to see Harris —at once. I hate to tell you, dear, but the time has come when you must face a situation that bids fair to be- come crucial. Steel has gone down again, and I must pay in four thou- sand dollars more to cover my margin. If I dont—well, the toil of years, financially, is gone. I haven't the money.'' Olive's pretty mouth dropped at the corners. "I'm sorry," she said coldly, "but I think you were very foolish, Richard, and very thoughtless of me to begin something you know nothing of—at your age, too.'' The man in the chair, weighed under his heavy man's burden, turned white under the heedless words. He was weak and overladen, and she was hitting him in his most vital spot. "I'm sorry, dear," he said, "but you are mistaken in one thing—I did it with you in mind. I've never given you all I wanted to—I've never been able to. I thought I saw my chance. It has failed. Surely, surely, you will not fail me, too—you've been so loyal, little love." Olive frowned. Downstairs, Ralph was waiting. These words rested heavily on her conscience. She did not think it necessary to say that her loyalty had been of the passive order —that it could not stand under temptation. And so she covered its decay with a smile and left the doctor alone—to think it out. Here was the flaw: that for the realities she did not care—on the surface of things they stood hand clasped; beneath, they walked apart. "Well?" Ralph rose to meet her as she rejoined him, eagerly. "Well—I guess we are ruined, financially." Olive dejectedly faced him. "Then you know what it means, dont you? It means poverty—pov- IT MEANS POVERTY POVERTY THAT WILL BE WORSE WITH THE YEARS" erty that will be worse with the years. Gordon is not a young man—he is olden than his years because of the strain he has labored under in his pro- fession. He will go down, and you will go with him." Ralph watched her keenly. "You will go down," he repeated, "and that will break his heart far more than losing you now, when you have never known want thru him—and so—come with me, sweetheart, beyond the touch of all these bruising things. We are young and strong now, and life is all before us. It is calling us, and it says, 'Together'—shall we go?" They went—in Harris' new car. Harris sent a brief, explanatory note