"Yes," said Professor Stewart.

"And then," said Samuel, "I suppose it is they who have chosen you?"

Again the professor darted a suspicious glance at his questioner. "Er-
-one might put it that way," he said.

"Well, then, that is your right to teach; and you could explain it.
Then you could say to these men: 'There are too many of you; you
aren't needed; and you must be removed.'"

But the professor only shook his head. "It wouldn't do," he said. And
Samuel, pondering and seeking as ever, came to a sudden comprehension.

"I see," he exclaimed. "What is needed is action!"

"Action?"

"Yes--it's for us who are beaten to teach it; and to teach it in our
lives. It's a sort of revival that is needed, you see."

"But I don't see the need," laughed the other, interested in spite of
himself.

"That's because you aren't one of us!" cried Samuel vehemently.
"Nobody else can understand--nobody! It's easy to be one of the
successes of life. You have a comfortable home and plenty to eat and
all. But when you've failed--when you're down and out--then you have
to bear hunger and cold and sickness. And there is grief and fear and
despair--you can have no idea of it! Why, I've met a little girl in