He felt bruised and sick, and he wanted to be alone, to think things out by himself in the darkness.

"This is only one instance," he thought, as they started down the dim street toward the white blaze of the business quarter in the distance.

"Only one out of millions! In every city.

All over the world it is the same.

Wherever there is wealth it casts its shadow of poverty." "I used to bother about it too when I was young," said the old man at his side.