"The world discourages strength and encourages weakness," he used to declaim.

"That injustice and cruelty must be reversed!" "Doctor Schulze is right," Arthur was saying to his mother, with an attempt at a smile.

But he was glad of the softness and ease of the big divan in the back parlor, of the sense of hovering and protecting love he got from his mother's and Adelaide's anxious faces.

Sorer than the really trifling wound was the deep cut into his vanity.

How his fellow-workmen were pitying him!--a poor blockhead of a bungler who had thus brought to a pitiful climax his failure to learn a simple trade.