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state of mind with regard to the
break in the home circle. He who was the breaker did not even see the
break. Therefore he walked along, conscious of an immense joy in his
own soul, and wholly unconscious of anything except joy in the souls
of those whom he had left behind. It was a glorious morning, a white
morning. The ground was covered with white frost, the trees, the
house-roofs, the very air, were all white. In the west a transparent moon
was slowly sinking; the east deepened with red and violet tints. Then
came the sun, upheaving above the horizon like a ship of glory, and all
the whiteness burned, and glowed, and radiated jewel-lights. James
looked about with the delight of a discoverer. It might have been his
first morning. He begun to meet men going to their work, swinging tin
dinner-pails. Even these humble pails became glorified, they gave back
the sunlight like burnished silver. He smelled the odors of breakfast
upon the men's clothes. He held up his head high with a sort of
good-humored arrogance as he passed. He would have fought to the
death for any one of these men, but he knew himself, quite innocently,
upon superior heights of education, and trained thought, and ambition.
He met a man swinging a pail; he was coughing: a wretched, long rattle
of a cough. James stopped him, opened his little medicine-case, and
produced some pellets.
"Here, take one of these every hour until the cough is relieved, my
friend," said he.
The man stared, swallowed a pellet, stared again, in an odd, suspicious,
surly fashion, muttered something unintelligible and passed on.
There were three villages between Gresham and Alton: Red Hill,
Stanbridge, and Westover. James stopped in Red Hill at a quick-lunch

wagon, which was drawn up on the principal street under the lee of the
town hall, went in, ordered and ate with relish some hot frankfurters,
and drank some coffee. He had eaten a plentiful breakfast before
starting, but the keen air had created his appetite anew. Beside him at
the counter sat a young workingman, also eating frankfurters and
drinking coffee. Now and then he gave a sidelong and supercilious
glance at James's fine clothes. James caught one of the glances, and
laughed good-naturedly.
"These quick-lunch wagons are a mighty good idea," said he.
The man grunted and took a swallow of coffee.
"Where do you work?" asked James.
"None of your d---- business!" retorted the other man unexpectedly.
"Where do you work yourself?"
James stared at him, then he burst into a roar. For a second the man's
surly mouth did not budge, then the corners twitched a little.
"What in thunder are you mad about?" inquired James. "I am going to
work for Doctor Gordon in Alton, and I don't care a d---- where you
work." James spoke with the most perfect good nature, still laughing.
Then the man's face relaxed into a broad grin. "Didn't know but you
were puttin' on lugs," said he. "I am about tired of all those damned
benefactors comin' along and arskin' of a man whot's none of their
business, when a man knows all the time they don't care nothin' about it,
and then makin' a man take somethin' he don't want, so as to get their
names in the papers." The man sniffed a sniff of fury, then his
handsome blue eyes smiled pleasantly, even with mischievous
confidence into James's, and he swallowed more coffee.
"I am no benefactor, you can bet your life on that," said James. "I don't
mean to give you anything you want or don't want."
"Didn't know but you was one of that kind," returned the man.

"Why?"
The man eyed James's clothes expressively.
"Oh, you mean my clothes," said James. "Well, this suit and overcoat
are pretty fair, but if I were a benefactor I should be wearing seedy
clothes, and have my wallet stuffed with bills for other folks."
"You bet you wouldn't," said the other man. "That ain't the way
benefactors go to work. What be you goin' to do at Doc Gordon's?"
"Drive," replied James laconically.
"Guess you can't take care of hosses in no sech togs as them."
"I've got some others. I'm going to learn to doctor a little, too, if I can."
The man surveyed him, then he burst into a great laugh. "Well," said he,
"when I git the measles I'll call you in."
"All right," said James, "I won't charge you a red cent. I'll doctor you
and all your children and your wife for nothing."
"Guess you won't need to charge nothin' for the wife and kids, seein' as
I ain't got none," said the man. "Ketch me saddled up with a woman an'
kids, if I