At first he could find nothing save the discharge of a sacred duty; but what if this trust had entailed a life of toil and sacrifice?
Would he have accepted it?
In his agreement to this odd compact was there not an atom of self-interest?
Over and over again he asked himself these questions, and he strove to answer them to the honor of his incentive, but he felt that in this strife there lay a prejudice, a hope that self might be cleared of all dishonor.

But was there ever a man who, in the very finest detail, lived a life of perfect truth and freedom from all selfishness?
If so, why should Providence have put him in a grasping world?
Give conscience time and it will find an easy bed, and yet the softest bed may have grown hard ere morning comes.
"Who am I that I should carp with myself ?" the traveler mused.

"Have the world and its litter of pups done anything for me ?" He walked up and down the deck.

"God knows that I shall always love the memory of that dear boy.

But if all things are foreseen and are still for the best, why should he have died?
Was it to throw upon me this great opportunity?
But who am I?
And why should a special opportunity be wrought for me?
But who is anybody ?" Going whither?
Home.