They are beautiful houses, most of them lofty of structure, all of them firm of foundation; there is no fear that their roofs, painted in beautiful colors, will fall, and no fear that their walls, adorned with splendid carvings and pictures, will collapse. They are scattered here and there, in every corner of the country.

If you pass by them, your eyes are caught by their lush gardens, whose flowers perfume the air of the quarter and add to its splendor and cheer. Before their entrances stand elegant, magnifi-cent automobiles, the newest and grandest the West has produced in this line.

And if you enter them, the signs of luxury greet you at once; the tokens of affluence and the marks of vast wealth arrest you; and your ears are filled with loud, blaring strains of music in a great hall where people have gathered, singing and dancing, on their faces the marks of gladness, and from their sleeves wafting the fragrance of happiness.

You turn to the right and see the great salon with its costly furnishings, in which stretches the sumptuous buffet laden with every delicacy, and you shake your head, saying: Life belongs to such as these, whose pockets are full and whose tables are laden, so that their hearts are filled with happiness, their souls are content, and their consciences are at ease, for life has singled them out for its glory and showered them with its bounty. And you go out with something of regret in your soul and much desire in your heart to have, like these people, towering houses with spacious halls adorned with costly furnishings, their air filled with the scent of fragrant, perfumed flowers, with no small number of servants standing in their service. You may even resent life and rebel against yourself, and a painful wave of despair and

hopelessness may come over you that makes you see life other than as it truly is—the hour you look at it through a black lens that shows you ugliness as beauty and beauty as ugliness, health as sickness and sickness as health, until you are dazed and imagine misery to be happiness and happiness to be pain. But if you returned to your-self and rested a little, and then looked out at life with the eye of earnestness and fairness, it would appear to you—when you regard it with the gaze of one who con-templates, who stands upon the core of its truth and penetrates the folds of its depths—other than the life for which you envied the wealthy folk; and you would be certain that happiness has never been so dazzled by magnificent palaces, great buildings, sump-tuous furnishings, and splendid pearls as to settle in the hearts of their owners! Rather it has been, in every age and every time, a just democrat that dwells only in hearts at peace in the integrity of their wishes and the sweetness of their hopes, and enters only those houses whose people have been faithful to their work and their duties, walking the straight

path, professing the creed of sin-cerity and disinterestedness, and drawing up for themselves sound, methodical plans by which they proceed and for which they labor.

Come with me now and let us stroll a little among these houses and those—among these build-ings that dazzled you yesterday, which you imagined nature had favored with every color of com-fort and happiness while denying you, who labor in life with dili-gence and steadfastness, armed with resolve and knowledge and armored with hope, disinterest-edness, and competence, your right to abundant money, a bustling life, and fine wealth.

Do you not see with me this family?? It possesses vast wealth and broad standing. Its members—two parents, a girl in the bloom of youth and the springtime of life, and two broth-ers still in adolescence—enjoy every means of comfort and every cause of ease. For money has piled up in the husband's coffers, furnishings have filled the house, spacious in all its corners, and the visitors, men and women of the rich, have lent the atmos-phere of the house liveliness and beauty. One day I heard the mistress of this family say: Three days have passed in which I have not seen my children, and I miss them dearly. I was astonished and said: Pardon me if I find this strange of you, madam—were you outside the city?

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