There is no such thing as a conflict of interest between labor and capital--or, rather, there ought not to be." "Thank you," Ernest said gravely.

"By that last statement you have given me back my premise." "But why should there be a conflict ?" the Bishop demanded warmly.
Ernest shrugged his shoulders.

"Because we are so made, I guess." "But we are not so made!" cried the other.
"Are you discussing the ideal man ?" Ernest asked, "-- unselfish and godlike, and so few in numbers as to be practically non-existent, or are you discussing the common and ordinary average man ?" "The common and ordinary man," was the answer.
"Who is weak and fallible, prone to error ?" Bishop Morehouse nodded.
"And petty and selfish ?" Again he nodded.
"Watch out!" Ernest warned.

"I said 'selfish.'" "The average man IS selfish," the Bishop affirmed valiantly.
"Wants all he can get ?" "Wants all he can get--true but deplorable." "Then I've got you." Ernest's jaw snapped like a trap.

"Let me show you.
Here is a man who works on the street railways." "He couldn't work if it weren't for capital," the Bishop interrupted.
"True, and you will grant that capital would perish if there were no labor to earn the dividends." The Bishop was silent.
"Won't you ?" Ernest insisted.
The Bishop nodded.
"Then our statements cancel each other," Ernest said in a matter-of-fact tone, "and we are where we were.