endeavoring to compress the whole world. Pagan thought 
held no such belief. A writing of divorce for trivial 
causes was the theory of the elders; and in the primeval 
world nature apparently held no scheme for the unity of 
two beyond the temporary care of the young. That the 
modern home is the most beautiful of schemes, when 
based upon mutual sympathy and understanding be- 
tween two, need not be questioned. And yet this fact 
should not necessarily carry with it a condemnation of 
all love not so fortunate as to find so happy a dénoue- 
ment. Life cannot be put in any mold, and the attempt 
might as well be abandoned at once. Those so fortunate 
as to find harmonious companionship for life should con- 
gratulate themselves and strive to be worthy of it. Those 
not so blessed, though they be written down as pariahs, 
have yet some justification. And, besides, whether we 
will or no, theory or no theory, the large basic facts of 
chemistry and physics remain. Like is drawn to like. 
Changes in temperament bring changes in relationship. 
Dogma may bind some minds; fear, others. But there are 
always those in whom the chemistry and physics of life 
are large, and in whom neither dogma nor fear is operative. 
Society lifts its hands in horror; but from age to age the 
Helens, the Messalinas, the Du Barrys, the Pompadours, 
the Maintenons, and the Nell Gwyns flourish and point a 
subtler basis of relationship than we have yet been able 
to square with our lives. 
When all was arranged, the happy event took place, 
much as a marriage might have. There was infinite de- 
light, and these two felt unutterably bound to each other. 
Cowperwood, once he came to understand her, fancied 
that he had found the one person with whom he could 
live happily the rest of his life. She was so young, so 
confident, so hopeful, so undismayed. All these months 
since they had first begun to reach out to each other 
Cowperwood had been hourly contrasting her with his 
wife. He had not been vastly dissatisfied before. As a