And right here in this town, where distress walks the streets and actual want already has its clutch on many a poor devil, society goes on giving its expensive parties and living in its little round of selfish pleasure just as if the volcano was a downy little bed of roses for it to go to sleep in whenever it wearies of the pleasure and wishes to retire to happy dreams.

Oh, but the bubble will burst one of these days, and then----" Philip swept his hand upward with a fine gesture, and sunk back upon the couch, groaning.
"Don't you exaggerate ?" The minister's wife put the question gently.
"Not a bit! Not a bit! All true.

I am not one of the French Revolution fellows, always lugging in blood and destruction, and prophesying ruin to the nation and the world if it doesn't gee and haw the way I tell it to.

But I tell you, Sarah, it takes no prophet to see that a man who is hungry and out of work is a dangerous man to have around.

And it takes no extraordinary-sized heart to swell a little with righteous wrath when in such times as these people go right on with their useless luxuries of living, and spend as much on a single evening's entertainment as would provide a comfortable living for a whole month to some deserving family." "How do you know they do ?" "Well, I'll tell you.