Richard met us at the dock, and the young people fell into each other's arms.
“Gwendolyn!” Mrs. Norris exclaimed. “Look here,” said I. “This pair of marryers is not to be interfered with any more.” Muggs and his new wife sailed on the Titanic, and he met his death on the stricken ship like a gentleman; but the bride was saved, and came to see us in Pointview and told us the story of that night.
The ship was a part of the machinery of the great thought trust, which has the world in its grip. The power behind her engines was thinking in terms of dollars and cents—to be gained through the advertisement of a swift voyage—and down she went in a thousand fathoms of icy water.
I said to Norris when we were speaking of this tragedy as we sat by his fireside:
“The greatest of all commandments is this: 'Thou shalt have no other Gods before me.'”
“Neither money nor titles, nor pride nor fear, nor power, nor church nor state,” he added.
“Amen!” was my answer.
Then there fell a long silence, and well down in the depths of it is the end of my story.