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span order, and he evinces a great interest in burglarproof

devices. His home is a tangle of electric wires, and after



bed-time a guest can scarcely breathe without setting off an

alarm. Also, he had invented a combination keyless door-lock



that travelers may carry in their vest pockets and apply

immediately and successfully under all circumstances. But his



wife does not deem him a coward. She knows better. And, like

any hero, he is content to rest on his laurels. His bravery is



never questioned by those friends who are aware of the Mill

Valley episode.



THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT

CARTER WATSON, a current magazine under his arm, strolled



slowly along, gazing about him curiously. Twenty years had

elapsed since he had been on this particular street, and the



changes were great and stupefying. This Western city of three

hundred thousand souls had contained but thirty thousand, when,



as a boy, he had been wont to ramble along its streets. In

those days the street he was now on had been a quiet residence



street in the respectableworkingclass quarter. On this late

afternoon he found that it had been submerged by a vast and



vicious tenderloin. Chinese and Japanese shops and dens

abounded, all confusedly intermingled with low white resorts



and boozing dens. This quiet street of his youth had become the

toughest quarter of the city.



He looked at his watch. It was half-past five. It was the slack

time of the day in such a region, as he well knew, yet he was



curious to see. In all his score of years of wandering and

studying social conditions over the world, he had carried with



him the memory of his old town as a sweet and wholesome place.

The metamorphosis he now beheld was startling. He certainly



must continue his stroll and glimpse the infamy to which his

town had descended.



Another thing: Carter Watson had a keen social and civic

consciousness. Independently wealthy, he had been loath to



dissipate his energies in the pink teas and freak dinners of

society, while actresses, race-horses, and kindred diversions



had left him cold. He had the ethical bee in his bonnet and was

a reformer" target="_blank" title="n.改革者;革新者">reformer of no mean pretension, though his work had been



mainly in the line of contributions to the heavier reviews and

quarterlies and to the publication over his name of brightly,



cleverly written books on the working classes and the

slum-dwellers. Among the twenty-seven to his credit occurred



titles such as, "If Christ Came to New Orleans," " The

Worked-out Worker," "Tenement Reform in Berlin," "The Rural



Slums of England," "The people of the East Side," "Reform

Versus Revolution," "The University Settlement as a Hot Bed of



Radicalism' and "The Cave Man of Civilization."

But Carter Watson was neither morbid nor fanatic. He did not



lose his head over the horrors he encountered, studied, and

exposed. No hair brained enthusiasm branded him. His humor



saved him, as did his wide experience and his con. conservative

philosophic temperament. Nor did he have any patience with



lightning change reform theories. As he saw it, society would

grow better only through the painfully slow and arduously



painful processes of evolution. There were no short cuts, no

sudden regenerations. The betterment of mankind must be worked



out in agony and misery just as all past social betterments had

been worked out.



But on this late summer afternoon, Carter Watson was curious.

As he moved along he paused before a gaudy drinking place. The



sign above read, "The Vendome." There were two entrances. One

evidently led to the bar. This he did not explore. The other



was a narrow hallway. Passing through this he found himself in

a huge room, filled with chair-encircled tables and quite



deserted. In the dim light he made out a piano in the distance.

Making a mental note that he would come back some time and






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