The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-04-28
CHAPTER Xl.
The Measure Of a Man.

weeks.
He had started out Tor the morning
turn on his Crutches, 10 test his re-
turning strength. and before ne quite
realized IL the village lay behind him.
He swung along for some two hun.
dred yards farther; then let himself
carefully down on the roadside
He sat there for a long time, barring
his head 10 the summer sunshine. 10
save his life he could not keep up on
This morning his pose OF melancholy
self-pity Mere existence, even cut 70
the measure OF cripple's limitations
had It's charm. since one could be on
a grassy bank. look mp into cloud
less sky or upon the restful green OF
the hills and catch the strong fra,
GRANGE OF new-mown hay The mills
what do YOU mean by that if9'
II mean I'm through with the mills
Who Henley's glance swept ST
mon and Richard Courtney sharply
who has been putting tool IDEAS into
your head?'
You, for one Suddenly all the
smoldering resentment Ol the weeks
OF conyaleScence burst into flame,
against the mills, against life which
had outraged him. against this AFRO
CANT, all-conquering man whom life
had let work out his destiny unhin-
dered and whose mere presence In
that room revived the now impossible
dreams OF conquest For Mark had
planned bigly, daringly for the future;
as Henley himself would have planned.
He quite forgot that he was address
ing one whose prerogatiye il was 10 be
met with meek submissiveness
lyon, for one, when you come here
because I'm a valuable man. not be
cause I'm a man Would you come 10
see me If hadn't new Invention in
mind?"
Nonsense You're sick that's all. .
Henley smiled kindly but confidently
i've seen men in your case before
You think you won't come back. But
You will Why? Because you're a
valuable mani stick TO that. You've
la genius for MECHANICS. yoh know how
70. AaNtrS ,ncoo .9-Ua5 = es,S'ls- 80 sense
OF organization. Most nfen would
think themselves lucky II they had
any one OF those What does il mean?
That you TT in here, OF course. And
when man fits into any kind OF life,
he can no more keep away than mol
ten steel can avoid the shape OF the
mold. And-you'll find It so-there' s
something about our business that
gets into the bone and blood or a
man. He looked at his watch and
rose abruptly. "Glad you're getting
along Don't forget, your job is wait
ing for you
but you don't seem to understand,
Mark cried. I'm done for. I'll have
TO 90 on a cane, maybe a crutch. all
my life And the doctors say, no
hard work at all
Henley could be very human, when
he chose. "Ah!" he said gently. Il
had not heard that I'm sorry. IL
makes a difference, of course
Ii is possible that Henley was not
thinking OF Marks commercial value
as he stood looking searchingly down
at the querulous patient He saw
young man whose peculiar fitness Tor
their epic labor had attracted the mas
ter, broken now and disheartened,
covering before the thought OF help
less future Henley could not imag-
inc himself tamely accepting such a
fate.
Unexpectedly he leaned forward
little From his eyes commanding
fash leaped He put out hand and
caught one OF Marks strongly.
Your brains don't need crutch,
do they II isn't brute strength that
makes YOU valuable-we can buy that
cheap You said something about be
ing a man Now 5 your chance to be
one. What's a little thing like a crutch
or a doctors prohibition? The mea-
sure OF a man is what he overcomes.
Go home and rest, get your nerve to-
gether And when you're ready, let
me know. I'll find a place for you
He was gone. And there was Mark,
who had just been weakly ii resent
the hurly-burly OF the city, were far
away, an unpleasant restless dream
of the highland this was day. Even
the ache in his hip was a negligible
matter. since senses we're alive again
10 something besides pain and had so
much 10 play upon. The gusty breezes
playfully tossed a little cloud OF dust
over him. He laughed.
"This is very good indeed" 1t
would have been almost flawless but
for one thing he was rather lonely;
he felt the need for some one to share
the day with him
He had his wish Down the valley
road appeared a buggy drawn by
lazy. heavy-footed horse of the sort
distinguished as safe for women.
From within the buggy Mark caught
the CLEAN OF white shirt-waist ana
a sailor hat. Even before the vehicle
drew near enough for recognition, he
knew the passenger for Unity.
A slight tremor passed over him.
To meet the embodiment Of a shadow
nv whom one has been jilted-or
whom one has tilted ?--is at least
mildly exciting
4 slight tightening Of the retns was
sufficient to stop that horse.
"Hello. Unity Mark felt that TINS
greeting fell short OF the dramatic pro
prieties
ed colorlessly. -.
There was a moment OF silence dur
tna u.hich without seeming TO do so,