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I reckon when the skies fall the
people will learn wisdom."
"But you have caught your larks, haven't you?"
"No, I used to set snares by the hundred, but I never caught anything
better than a sparrow."
A wistful look crossed her face, and for an instant the youth seemed to
droop and fade in her eyes. "Isn't that life?--sparrows for larks
always?"
His sanguine spirit rejected this as she had known that it would. "Life
is all right," he replied, "as long as there's a fighting chance left to
you. That is the only thing that makes it worth while, fighting to win."
She gazed meditatively at the points of flame on the white candles. "I
suppose it would be so with you; for you fit into the age. You are a
part of this variable uncertain quantity called democracy, which some of
us old-fashioned folk look upon as a boomerang."
"Yes, I am a part of it," he answered slowly. "I see it as it is, I
think. It is pure buncombe, of course, to say that it hasn't its ugly
side; but I believe, if I have a chance, that I can make something of
it.


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