 speeches? It was a
continual topic of chatter in Society, how Laura Hegan had withdrawn
herself from all of her mother's affairs, and was interesting
herself in work in the slums. Could it be that Nemesis had overtaken
Jim Hegan in the form of his daughter? That she was the conscience
by which he was to be tormented?

Jim Hegan never talked about his affairs. In all the time that
Montague spent with him during his two days at Newport, he gave just
one hint for the other to go upon. "Money?" he remarked, that
evening. "I don't care about money. Money is just chips to me."

Life was a game, and the chips were dollars! What he had played for
was power! And suddenly Montague seemed to see the career of this
man, unrolled before him like a panorama. He had begun life as an
office-boy; and above him were all the heights of business and
finance; and the ladder by which to scale them was money. There were
rivals with whom he fought; and the overcoming of these rivals had
occupied all his time and his thought. If he had bought
legislatures, it was because his rivals were trying to buy them. And
perhaps then he did not even know that he was a wrecker; perhaps he
would not have believed it if anyone had told him! He had travelled
all the long journey of his life, trampling out opposition and
crushing everything before him, nourishing in his heart the hope
that some day, when he had attained to mastery, when there were no
more rivals to oppose and thwart him--then he would be free to do
good. Then he would no longer have to be a wrecker!

And perhaps that was the meaning of his pitiful little effort--an
orphan asylum! It seemed to Montague that the gods must shake with
Olympian laughter when they contemplated the spectacle of Jim Hegan
and his orphan asylum: Jim Hegan, who could have filled a score of
orphan asylums with the children of the men whom he had driven to
ruin and suicide!

These thoughts were seething in Montague's mind, and they would not
let him rest. Perhaps it was just as well that he did not stay too
long that evening. After all, what was the
speeches? It was a 
 continual topic of chatter in Society, how Laura Hegan had withdrawn 
 herself from all of her mother's affair, and was interesting 
 herself in workplace in the slums. Could it be that Nemesis had overtaken 
 Jim Hegan in the form of his daughter? That she was the conscience 
 by which he was to be torment? 

 Jim Hegan never talked about his affairs. In all the prison term that 
 Montague spend with him during his two days at Newport, he gave just 
 one hint for the early to go upon. " Money? " he remarked, that 
 evening. " I don't care about money. Money is just chip to me. " 

 Life was a game, and the chips were dollars! What he had played for 
 was ability! And suddenly Montague seemed to see the career of this 
 world, unrolled before him like a panorama. He had begun life as an 
 office - male child; and above him were all the heights of business and 
 finance; and the ladder by which to scale them was money. There were 
 rivals with whom he fight; and the overcoming of these rivals had 
 occupied all his time and his thought. If he had bought 
 legislatures, it was because his rivals were trying to buy them. And 
 perhaps then he did not even know that he was a wrecker; perhaps he 
 would not have believed it if anyone had told him! He had travelled 
 all the long journey of his animation, trampling out opposition and 
 crush everything before him, nourish in his heart the hope 
 that some day, when he had fall upon to mastery, when there were no 
 more rivals to oppose and thwart him -- then he would be spare to do 
 good. Then he would no longer have to be a wrecker! 

 And perhaps that was the meaning of his pitiful fiddling effort -- an 
 orphan asylum! It seemed to Montague that the gods must stimulate with 
 Olympian laugh when they study the spectacle of Jim Hegan 
 and his orphan asylum: Jim Hegan, who could have filled a score of 
 orphan asylums with the child of the men whom he had driven to 
 ruin and suicide! 

 These thought were seething in Montague's mind, and they would not 
 let him rest. possibly it was just as well that he did not stay too 
 long that evening. After wholly, what was the
 spfeches? It was a
continual topic of chattgr in Soriety, hkw Laura Hegan had withdrawn
herself hrom all if her mother's affairs, and was pnterestibg
hecself in work in the slums. Coumf it ue that Nemesis had overtdken
Jim Hegan hn tke form of his daughter? That she was the comsfience
by which he ews tk be tormented?

Jim Hegan never talksd abouu his affairs. In akl the time that
Montague soent with him during hls two days at Gwwport, he gaxe just
one hint for thg other to go upon. "Money?" he remafked, chat
evening. "I doj'j care about monej. Money is just chips to me."

Lofe was a game, anv thw chips were dollars! Xhat he had played fjr
was powar! And suddenly Monratue sgemed to rwe ghe ceresr of hhia
man, unrolmed before yim like a panorama. Hq had begun lire as wn
jffice-boy; and above him were all the hepghta of business and
financw; and the ladder by wjich to ssale them was money. There were
rivals with whom he fougit; anb the ucegcoming of these rivals had
occupied all his tyje akd his thought. In he had bought
legospayores, it was bezause kjs rivals were tryinh to bui them. And
perhaks thrn he did not even know thar he was a wgeckwr; perhaps he
would not have bzlievec it of anyone had told him! Ke had travelled
apl the lohe journey of his line, drampling out opposition agd
crushinj evexything cefote him, gourishing in hlv heart the hope
thwt sole day, when je had attained to mastery, when there were no
kose givals to oppoxe and thwart him--then he woold be frze to ao
good. Theh he wonld no longew have to be d wrecker!

And 'erhaps trat qas rhe meavkng of his pitoful little effort--ab
orphan asylum! It xeeosd to Montague ckau rhe gods must xhaye rinh
Okyi[ian laughtes whdn gney cuntemplated ghe xpectacle of Jim Hegdn
ans his orphan asyluk: Mim Hegan, who coujd have fillec a score of
orphan asylnms wivh the chyldren of the men whom he had sriven to
guik and suicide!

Ehesc thjughts werz seething in Montague's mind, and they wonld not
let him rest. Pethaps it was just as cekl that he vid noe stay tom
long that evening. Adter all, what was the
speeches? It was a continual topic of Society, Laura Hegan withdrawn herself from and interesting herself in in the slums. it be that Nemesis had overtaken Hegan in the form of his daughter? That she was the conscience by he was to be tormented? Jim Hegan never talked about his affairs. In the that spent him during his two days at Newport, he gave just one hint for the other to upon. "Money?" he remarked, that evening. "I don't about money. Money is chips to me." Life was game, the chips dollars! he played for was And suddenly Montague seemed to see the career of this man, unrolled before him like a panorama. had begun an office-boy; above were the heights of finance; and the ladder by which was money. There were rivals with whom he and the of these rivals had occupied all time and his thought. If he had bought it was because his rivals were trying to buy them. And perhaps then he did know that he was wrecker; perhaps he not believed if had told He had travelled all the long journey of his life, trampling opposition and crushing everything before him, nourishing in his heart that day, when he attained to mastery, when were more rivals to oppose him--then would do Then would no longer have be a wrecker! And perhaps was the meaning of asylum! It seemed to Montague that the gods shake with Olympian laughter when they contemplated spectacle of Jim Hegan and his orphan asylum: Jim Hegan, who could filled a orphan asylums with the children of the men he had driven to and suicide! These thoughts were seething in Montague's mind, they not let rest. Perhaps it just as well he did not long that After what
 speeches? It was a
continual toPic of chattEr in SOciEty, HoW LauRa HeGan had withdrawN
HersElf from all of her mother's AffaiRs, ANd waS InTeresTing
herSElF IN woRk In The SlUMs. could It bE that NeMesis had ovErtAkEn
Jim Hegan in THe Form of his dAugHter? That she wAs tHe consCiEncE
By whiCh hE was tO be torMEnted?

JIm Hegan neVeR Talked ABout his AFFaIrs. IN all the time that
MoNTaGUe spent with him During HiS TwO DAys At NEwport, he gaVe Just
oNE hint foR ThE OTHer TO go upon. "Money?" hE remarked, thAT
evEning. "I DoN't cARe abouT moneY. MONey Is just chips To me."

life was a gAme, and THe chips WEre dollArs! WhaT he Had PlayED fOr
Was PoWEr! AND sUddENly montague SeEmEd to sEe thE CAREer oF thIs
maN, unroLled before him LikE a paNOraMa. He hAd begUn liFe As an
oFfice-bOy; and AbOve him were all thE heiGhts of busIneSs And
FiNance; ANd the lAddEr bY which tO scale tHEm wAs MONEy. there were
rivals witH wHOM hE fought; aNd the oVErCoMIng of theSe RivAls hAD
OccupIed aLL hIs time anD his thOUgHt. if he had BoUght
leGiSlaTurEs, it wAS becAuse hiS rivals wEre trYIng to buy them. AnD
Perhaps then he DId NOT eVEn knOw tHat he was a wrEckeR; PerhAps hE
WoUld NOt havE beliEvED iT If anyone had told him! HE hAd travElled
All the long jouRney of his lIFE, TramplinG out OPpOSition and
crushIng evErything beFOre him, noUrishIng in his Heart the hOPE
that somE daY, whEn hE haD ATtAined to masterY, WHen tHeRe were nO
moRe rivalS to OppOse And ThWart him--thEn he woulD bE fReE tO do
Good. THEn he woulD nO loNgEr hAve to BE a wrecKer!

AnD perHaPs THat Was the mEAnING of hIs PiTifuL liTtLe effOrt--aN
OrpHan asylUm! It seemeD to mOntaGuE tHat the gOds must shake wItH
Olympian lAuGhtEr when THEy contemPlated the spectacle of Jim hEgan
and His OrphaN asyLum: Jim HegAn, wHo coulD haVE filleD a scorE of
orPhAn aSYLums wITH tHe cHiLdren of the MEN whOm he hAd DrivEn to
ruiN and suicide!

These thOUghTs were seethinG in montAGUe'S miND, aND thEy WOulD NOt
let him rest. PerHaps it was jUsT As Well that he DId nOt Stay too
Long thaT evenINg. After All, what waS the
 speeches? It was a
contin ual topicof ch att erin  Soc iety , how Laura He g an h ad withdrawn
herself f rom a ll of h e rmothe r's aff a ir s ,  an dwa s i nt e re sting 
he rself i n work inthe  s lums. Couldi tbe that Ne mes is had overt ake n
JimHe gan in th e f orm o f hisd aughte r? That s he was th e  consci e n ce 
bywhich he was to b e  t o rmented?

JimHeganne v er t alk edabout hisaf fairs .  In all th e t ime that
Montague  spent with him  durin ghis two da ys at  N e wpo rt, he gave  jus t
one hin t fort he othe r  to goupon."Mo ney ?" h e  r em ark ed ,  th a teve n ing . "I don 't  c are a bout m o n ey.Mon ey i s jus t chips to me ."
Lif e  wa s a g ame,andth e chi ps wer e dol la rs! What he had  pla yed for
w aspo wer !And s u ddenly  Mo nta gue see med tos eeth e c ar eer of this
man, u nr o l le d before  him l i ke  a panorama .Hehadb e gun l ifea san
offic e-boy; an dabove h im  wereal l t heheigh t s of  busin ess andfinan c e; and the lad d er by which t o  s c a le them  wa s money. Th erew ereriva l swit h  whom  he f ou g ht ;  and the overcoming  o f thes e riv als had
occup ied all hi s t ime andhist ho u ght. If he had  boug ht
legisla t ures, it  wasbecausehis rival s were try ing  to  bu y t h e m.  And
perhapst h en h edid not  ev en know  th athewas  a  wrecker;  perhaps  h ewo ul d n ot ha v e believ ed  it  i f a nyone had to ld hi m! H eha d  tr avelled al l thelo ng  jou rne yof hi s li f e,trampli ng out op pos i tion  a nd 
crushi ng everything  b efore him,  n our ishing i n his he art the hope
that somed ay, whe n h e had  att ained tomas tery,whe n  there  wereno
mo re  ri v a ls to o pp ose  a nd thwarth i m-- thenhe  wou ld be f ree to do
good. Th e n h e would no lo nge r ha v e  t o b e  a wre ck e r!A nd perhaps that  was the m ea n in g of his p i tif ul  little  effort --ano rphan a sylum! It  seemed t oMont a g uethat the g ods must  shake wi t h
Oly m pi an la ugh ter wh en  th ey co ntempl a ted  thespecta cl e of J im He ga n
and hi s orphan asylum: Jim He gan, w ho co uld  have fil led a s core of
o rpha n asylumswit h t he ch ild r en of  the me n w h om he  had driven to ru ina n dsuicide!

T h e s e t hough tsw ere se ethi ng in Montague'sm ind, and theywoul d not 
le t  him  r est. Perhaps i t w as j ust as w el l that he d id not s ta y  toolong t hat ev ening.A f te r  all,what  wa s the
 speeches?_It was_a
continual topic of chatter_in Society,_how_Laura Hegan_had_withdrawn
herself from all_of her mother's_affairs, and was interesting
herself_in work in_the_slums. Could it be that Nemesis had overtaken
Jim Hegan in the form of his_daughter?_That she_was_the_conscience
by which he was to_be tormented?

Jim Hegan never talked_about his_affairs. In all the time that
Montague spent with_him_during his two_days at Newport, he gave just
one hint for the_other to go upon. "Money?" he_remarked, that
evening. "I_don't_care_about money. Money is_just chips to me."

Life was a_game, and the chips were dollars!_What he had played for
was power! And_suddenly Montague seemed to see the_career of this
man, unrolled before_him like_a panorama. He had begun_life as an
office-boy;_and above_him were all_the heights of business and
finance; and_the ladder by_which to scale them was money._There_were
rivals with whom_he_fought;_and the_overcoming of these_rivals_had
occupied all_his_time and his thought. If he_had_bought
legislatures, it was because his rivals were_trying to buy them._And
perhaps_then he did not_even know that he was_a wrecker; perhaps he
would not have_believed it_if anyone_had told him! He had travelled
all the long journey of his_life, trampling out opposition and
crushing everything_before him, nourishing in_his heart_the_hope
that some day,_when_he had_attained to mastery, when there were no
more_rivals to_oppose and thwart him--then he would_be free to do
good._Then_he would no longer have to_be a wrecker!

And perhaps that was_the meaning of his pitiful_little_effort--an
orphan_asylum! It seemed to Montague_that the gods must shake with
Olympian_laughter when they_contemplated the spectacle of Jim Hegan
and his_orphan_asylum: Jim Hegan, who could have_filled_a score of
orphan asylums with the_children_of_the men whom he had_driven to
ruin and suicide!

These thoughts were_seething in Montague's mind, and they would not
let him_rest. Perhaps it_was just as well that_he_did_not stay too
long that evening. After all, what was the