Vaguely he thought of its ships of steel, its railroads and its flaming mills, its miracles, its prodigies.

And the picture rose in his mind of a child, standing there of giant's size with dangerous playthings in its hands, and boastfully declaring, "I can thunder over the earth, dive in the ocean, soar on the clouds! I can shiver to atoms a mountain, I can drench whole lands with blood! I can look up and laugh at God!" And Roger frowned as he read the news.

What strange new century lay ahead?
What convulsing throes of change?
What was in store for his children?
Tighter set his heavy jaw.
"It shall be good," he told himself with a grim determination.

"For them there shall be better things.

Something great and splendid shall come out of it at last.