is good or bad. She misses the delicate and lovely--I wished they
would give us a theme to write about her. I should like to abuse her
well."

"It would make a very good theme, in a new line," said Norman; "but
I don't give into it, altogether. It is the hope and the thought of
fame, that has made men great, from first to last. It is in every
one that is not good for nothing, and always will be! The moving
spirit of man's greatness!"

"I'm not sure," said Ethel; "I think looking for fame is like wanting
a reward at once. I had rather people forgot themselves. Do you
think Arnold von Winkelried thought about fame when he threw himself
on the spears?"

"He got it," said Norman.

"Yes; he got it for the good of other people, not to please himself.
Fame does those that admire it good, not those that win it."

"But!" said Norman, and both were silent for some short interval, as
they left the last buildings of the town, and began to mount a steep
hill. Presently Norman slackened his pace, and driving his stick
vehemently against a stone, exclaimed, "It is no use talking, Ethel,
it is all a fight and a race. One is always to try to be foremost.
That's the spirit of the thing--that's what the great, from first to
last, have struggled, and fought, and lived, and died for."

"I know it is a battle, I know it is a race. The Bible says so,"
replied Ethel; "but is not there the difference, that here all may