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 woman was to be pitied。  No one could feel more sorry for her than Joan herself。  But what had Madge exactly meant by those words:  that she could 〃see her doing something really big;〃 if she thought it would help him?  There was no doubt about her affection for him。  It was almost dog…like。  And the child; also!  There must be something quite exceptional about him to have won the devotion of two such opposite beings。 Especially Hilda。  It would be hard to imagine any lengths to which Hilda's blind idolatry would not lead her。

She ran down twice to Folkestone during the following week。  Her visits made her mind easier。  Mrs。 Phillips seemed so placid; so contented。  There was no suggestion of suffering; either mental or physical。

She dined with the Greysons the Sunday after; and mooted the question of the coming fight with Carleton。  Greyson thought Phillips would find plenty of journalistic backing。  The concentration of the Press into the hands of a few conscienceless schemers was threatening to reduce the journalist to a mere hireling; and the better…class men were becoming seriously alarmed。 He found in his desk the report of a speech made by a well…known leader writer at a recent dinner of the Press Club。  The man had risen to respond to the toast of his own health and had taken the opportunity to unpack his heart。

〃I am paid a thousand a year;〃 so Greyson read to them; 〃for keeping my own opinions out of my paper。  Some of you; perhaps; earn more; and others less; but you're getting it for writing what you're told。  If I were to be so foolish as to express my honest opinion; I'd be on the street; the next morning; looking for another job。〃

〃The business of the journalist;〃 the man had continued; 〃is to destroy the truth; to lie; to pervert; to vilify; to fawn at the feet of Mammon; to sell his soul for his daily bread。  We are the tools and vassals of rich men behind the scenes。  We are the jumping…jacks。  They pull the strings and we dance。  Our talents; our possibilities; our lives are the property of other men。〃

〃We tried to pretend it was only one of Jack's little jokes;〃 explained Greyson as he folded up the cutting; 〃but it wouldn't work。  It was too near the truth。〃

〃I don't see what you are going to do;〃 commented Mary。  〃So long as men are not afraid to sell their souls; there will always be a Devil's market for them。〃

Greyson did not so much mind there being a Devil's market; provided he could be assured of an honest market alongside; so that a man could take his choice。  What he feared was the Devil's steady encroachment; that could only end by the closing of the independent market altogether。  His remedy was the introduction of the American trust law; forbidding any one man being interested in more than a limited number of journals。

〃But what's the difference;〃 demanded Joan; 〃between a man owning one paper with a circulation of; say; six millions; or owning six with a circulation of a million apiece?  By concentrating all his energies on one; a man with Carleton's organizing genius might easily establish a single journal that would cover the whole field。〃

〃Just all the difference;〃 answered Greyson; 〃between Pooh Bah as Chancellor of the Exchequer; or Lord High Admiral; or Chief Executioner; whichever he preferred to be; and Pooh Bah as all the Officers of State rolled into one。  Pooh Bah may be a very able statesman; entitled to exert his legitimate influence。  But; after all; his opinion is only the opinion of one old gentleman; with possible prejudices and preconceived convictions。  The Mikadoor the people; according to localitywould like to hear the views of others of his ministers。  He finds that the Lord Chancellor and the Lord Chief Justice and the Groom of the Bedchamber and the Attorney…Generalthe whole entire Cabinet; in short; are unanimously of the same opinion as Pooh Bah。  He doesn't know it's only Pooh Bah speaking from different corners of the stage。  The consensus of opinion convinces him。  One statesman; however eminent; might err in judgment。  But half a score of statesmen; all of one mind!  One must accept their verdict。〃

Mary smiled。  〃But why shouldn't the good newspaper proprietor hurry up and become a multi…proprietor?〃 she suggested。  〃Why don't you persuade Lord Sutcliffe to buy up three or four papers; before they're all gone?〃

〃Because I don't want the Devil to get hold of him;〃 answered Greyson。

〃You've got to face this unalterable law;〃 he continued。  〃That power derived from worldly sources can only be employed for worldly purposes。  The power conferred by popularity; by wealth; by that ability to make use of other men that we term organizationsooner or later the man who wields that power becomes the Devil's servant。 So long as Kingship was merely a force struggling against anarchy; it was a holy weapon。  As it grew in power so it degenerated into an instrument of tyranny。  The Church; so long as it remained a scattered body of meek; lowly men; did the Lord's work。  Enthroned at Rome; it thundered its edicts against human thought。  The Press is in danger of following precisely the same history。  When it wrote in fear of the pillory and of the jail; it fought for Liberty。  Now it has become the Fourth Estate; it fawnsas Jack Swinton said of itat the feet of Mammon。  My Proprietor; good fellow; allows me to cultivate my plot amid the wilderness for other purposes than those of quick returns。  If he were to become a competitor with the Carletons and the Bloomfields; he would have to look upon it as a business proposition。  The Devil would take him up on to the high mountain; and point out to him the kingdom of huge circulations and vast profits; whispering to him:  'All this will I give thee; if thou wilt fall down and worship me。'  I don't want the dear good fellow to be tempted。〃

〃Is it impossible; then; to combine duty and success?〃 questioned Joan。

〃The combination sometimes happens; by chance;〃 admitted Greyson。 〃But it's dangerous to seek it。  It is so easy to persuade ourselves that it's our duty to succeed。〃

〃But we must succeed to be of use;〃 urged Mary。  〃Must God's servants always remain powerless?〃

〃Powerless to rule。  Powerful only to serve;〃 he answered。 〃Powerful as Christ was powerful; not as Caesar was powerful powerful as those who have suffered and have failed; leaders of forlorn hopespowerful as those who have struggled on; despised and vilified; not as those of whom all men speak wellpowerful as those who have fought lone battles and have died; not knowing their own victory。  It is those that serve; not those that rule; shall conquer。〃

Joan had never known him quite so serious。  Generally there was a touch of irony in his talk; a suggestion of aloofness that had often irritated her。

〃I wish you would always be yourself; as you are now;〃 she said; 〃and never pose。〃

〃Do I pose?〃 he asked; raising his eyebrows。

〃That shows how far it has gone;〃 she told him; 〃that you don't even know it。  You pretend to be a philosopher。  But you're really a man。〃

He laughed。  〃It isn't always a pose;〃 he explained。  〃It's some men's way of saying:  Thy will be done。〃

〃Ask Phillips to come and see me;〃 he said。  〃I can be of more help; if I know exactly his views。〃

He walked with her to the bus。  They passed a corner house that he had more than once pointed out to her。  It had belonged; years ago; to a well…known artist; who had worked out a wonderful scheme of decoration in the drawing…room。  A board was up; announcing that the house was for sale。  A gas lamp; exactly opposite; threw a flood of light upon the huge white lettering。

Joan stopped。  〃Why; it's the house you are always talking about;〃 she said。  〃Are you thinking of taking it?〃

〃I did go over it;〃 he answered。  〃But it would be rather absurd for just Mary and me。〃

She looked up Phillips at the House; and gave him Greyson's message。  He had just returned from Folkestone; and was worried。

〃She was so much better last week;〃 he explained。  〃But it never lasts。〃

〃Poor old girl!〃 he added。  〃I believe she'd have been happier if I'd always remained plain Bob Phillips。〃

Joan had promised to go down on the Friday; but finding; on the Thursday morning; that it would be difficult; decided to run down that afternoon instead。  She thought at first of sending a wire。 But in Mrs。 Phillips's state of health; telegrams were perhaps to be avoided。  It could make no difference。  The front door of the little house was standing half open。  She called down the kitchen stairs to the landlady; but received no answer。  The woman had probably run out on some short errand。  She went up the stairs softly。  The bedroom door; she knew; would be open。  Mrs。 Phillips had a feeling against being 〃shut off;〃 as she called it。  She meant to tap lightly and walk straight in; as usual。  But what she saw through the opening caused her to pause。  Mrs。 Phillips was sitting up in bed with her box of cosmetics in front of her。  She was sensitive of anyone seeing her make…up; and Joan; knowing this; drew back a step。  But for some reason; she couldn't help watching。 Mrs。 Phillips dipped a brush into one of the compartments and then remained with it in her hand; as if hesitating。  Sud

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