LOVE, AS FRIENDSHIP

it hallows friendship, sanctifies brotherly service, haloes lowly manhood with a divine nimbus, works largeness and deliverance, brings joy out of despair and life out of death by a self-forgetful, selfsacrificing comradeship. Carpenter célébrâtes it in that lovely story, almost obviously a transcript Irom real life, in which he tells of the tailor,^

Cross-legged îa a low tailor's den, gasping for breath —

The gas flaring, doois and ¥rind€yws tight shut, the thick, sick atmosphère ; [

The men in their shirt-sleeves, -with close heat from the stove, and smell of sweat and of the cloth ;

Stitching, stitching, twelve hours a day . . .

With sore eyes, sick sick at heart, and furioud.

He is a common man, but he bas a soûl ; and his soûl hungers for freedom> for life, for love.

A httle fire bums in his heart, bums n^ht and day: The slow pain Idlls — no Love.

So weary is he with the struggle for existence, with his filthy den, with the obscène talk in his ears, and with his gnawing soul-hunger, that he sickens. The doctor says that it is his heart, and advises rest. For a few days he rests, but, feeHng no better, and thinking that perhaps to die were on the whole better, he goes back to work again.

When, as it happened — and this was strangest of aU — quite suddenly, the most unexpected thing in the world,

To a casual little dub which once a week he was in the habit of attending, there came one night a new inember,

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