saw him dangling from the gallows, the young Angel, turning away, spoke,

“I love all but this man; he but reaped his just reward.”

“Wait,” the older Angel answered.

Again their paths led them through the crowded city. In front of an imposing building they saw an automobile draw near, stop and wait with motor running while three men went inside. There were shots and cries from within. The men came running out, leaped into the car and were off. Not, however, until they had emptied their guns into the ranks of a crowd of helpless bystanders.

The two Angels then came to an office. In it a man was pleading with another man not to foreclose the small mortgage on his home, telling him that he had had no work for over a year, only enough to buy food, and many days with only bread to eat. How could he pay interest and taxes, and where would he go with his three children and a sick wife? But the other said he could not afford to wait longer without receiving any interest, not to speak of the payments according to contract, and he would have to take possession on the first of the month.

Next the paths of the Angels led to the suburban section of the city and passing the back yard of one they saw a woman hanging out her wash. Seeing her neighbor she stopped and talked with her, discussing a friend, whose good name they soon besmirched with careless words, seemingly taking delight in doing so. Later they saw a woman turning away from her door a hungry old woman, thin and feeble, in rags almost falling off her, who evidently had been asking for food.

On and on the two Angels traversed the highways and byways of the world. And when at last the younger