``But you could use it to build up the paper,'' urged Jane, to
detain him.
``The paper was started without money. It lives without
money--and it will go on living without money, or it ought to
die.''
``I don't understand,'' said Jane. ``But I want to understand.
I want to help. Won't you let me?''
He shook his head laughingly. ``Help what?'' inquired he.
``Help raise the sun? It doesn't need help.''
Jane began to see. ``I mean, I want to be helped,'' she cried.
``Oh, that's another matter,'' said he. ``And very simple.''
``Will YOU help me?''
``I can't. No one can. You've got to help yourself. Each one
of us is working for himself--working not to be rich or to be
famous or to be envied, but to be free.''
``Working for himself--that sounds selfish, doesn't it?''
``If you are wise, Jane Hastings,'' said Dorn, ``you will
distrust--disbelieve in--anything that is not selfish.''
Jane reflected. ``Yes--I see,'' she cried. ``I never thought of
that!''
``A friend of mine, Wentworth,'' Victor went on, ``has put it
wonderfully clearly. He said, `Some day we shall realize that no
man can be free until all men are free.' ''
``You HAVE helped me--in spite of your fierce refusal,'' laughed
Jane. ``You are very impatient to go, aren't you? Well, since
you won't stay I'll walk with you--as far as the end of the
shade.''
She was slightly uneasy lest her overtures should be
misunderstood.
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