A Fountain Sealed

more. You weren't at the place, so to speak, where he could help you. Oh, I want to be so tender with you, my mother,--and to help you to wise, strong tenderness toward yourself.

"On Tuesday he worked, as usual, all morning; he had thrown himself heart and soul, as you know, into our great fight with civic corruption--what a worker he was, what a fighter! He was so wonderful at lunch, I remember. I had my dear little Mary Colton with me and he held us both spellbound, talking, with all his enthusiasm and ardor, of politics, art, life and the living of life. Mary said, when she left me that day, that to know him had been one of the greatest things in her experience. In the afternoon he went to a committee meeting at the Citizens' Union. It was bitterly cold and though I begged him to be selfish for once and take a cab, he wouldn't--you remember his Spartan contempt of costly comforts--and I can see him now, going down the steps, smiling, shaking his head, waving his hand, and saying with that half-sad,