spirit and that he made the soul, not the trappings, the essential. To-night, miserably, he saw himself as a slave of trappings and accouterments. What else were his ideas of tradition, of family descent and inheritance, of formal, fixed education and of "home"? She had none of these; and because of this he had distrusted her—and condemned himself to miserable loneliness for life. Where was she now?
He recalled his mind from that. The Greek, Andreapolos, who had been foreman of the jury, intruded upon his thought. He had tried to put the Greek off the jury and he would have done so had he had a peremptory challenge left; and the Greek, throughout the trial, almost alone among the jurymen, had never given his mind to Elmen's keeping; the Greek, in distinction to the Americans whom Calvin Clarke had approved, had tried to reason from the evidence and had stood to the end for his conception of right. Calvin Clarke would accept another Andreapolos for a jury to-morrow, though he had twenty peremptory challenges in hand. Calvin Clarke, if he were aroused to-night by some one shaking him and told to go to Wilson Avenue and if he found another Royle girl—no; that could not be. That was over; he had lost his chance. Her like never could he find again; not one like her; for she must be just alike; she must be, in fact, her. For he must come upon her, whom he would love, in a room with policemen, and she must turn to him, with her head up, asking him by what right he came for the State. He must follow her, with her slim, white heels rising from her slippers; she must offer him coffee and taunt him for a ready-made when he refused; she must come up, smiling with pleasant amusement, when she found him foolishly nonplussed before a partly purchased beef-pie and she must finish buying the pie for him and offer to sit with him and, after
