to manage a boat, and I never was strong for lifting things, and I wasn't used to that kind of work, and I wasn't well, anyway; and I sort of went to pieces because I couldn't do the things that the others did. It crushed me and I have never been able to get out from under the weight of it; and I lost my grip. To think of others being able to save lives and do heroic things, and I couldn't help; I was only in the way. Oh, it was humiliating!"
"But—" began Marjorie, frowning impatiently. Then she stopped and sat down on the grass and laid her violets on her knee again, and sat and looked at them until her face softened once more and her eyes grew gentle. "How long ago did that happen?" she asked at last.
"Two years ago," he said. "Two years ago this Spring, and I can never get over it. I had a farm and horses; oh, wonderful horses; but everything is gone. I couldn't forget. I couldn't do anything. I lost all that I had, and then I came away."
"Were—were people unkind to you about it?" asked Marjorie.
"Oh, no, nobody was unkind. They knew that I was not able to do the things that they did; oh, such brave things, and they tried to make me forget; but they couldn't;—I was crushed;—I had been 'weighed in the balance and found wanting.'" And the man sighed heavily.
