The splendid strength of this tale lies in the conflict between James Stuart and Nan in which love and desire of luxury struggle for mastery. How money proves to be the corrupting influence in many lives is the tremendous theme of Mr. Dixon's new book.
reamed from his brown eyes, and his iron-gray beard sparkled with it. His presence in a sick-room seemed to fill it with waves of life, and his influence over the patients to whom he ministered was little short of hypnotic.
"Christian Science is no new doctrine, my boy," he had said one day in answer to a question about the new cult.
"I thought it was," Stuart answered in surprise.
"No. All successful physicians practise Christian Science. The doctor must heal first the mind. I can kill a man with an idea. So often I have cured him with an idea. If I can succeed with ideas, I do so. If there's no mind to work on, why then I use pills."
The young man stopped impatiently at Broadway, unable to cross. A little girl of ten, pale and weak and underfed, staggering under a load of clothing from a sweatshop on the East Side, had been knocked down trying to cross the street to deliver her burden to a Broadway clothier. A long line of cars stood blocked for a quarter of a mile, every car pac