THE MAJESTY OF PEACE As upon another day that was vivid in his memory, Governor Lawler sat at his desk in his office in the capitol building.

A big, keen-eyed man of imposing appearance was sitting at a little distance from Lawler, watching him.

The big man was talking, but the governor seemed to be looking past him--at the bare trees that dotted the spacious grounds around the building.

His gaze seemed to follow the low stone fence with its massive posts that seemed to hint of the majesty of the government Lawler served; it appeared that he was studying the bleak landscape, and that he was not interested in what the big man was saying.
But Lawler was not interested in the landscape.

For many minutes, while listening to the big man--and answering him occasionally--he had been watching for a trim little figure that he knew would presently appear on one of the white walks leading to the great, wide steps that led to the entrance to the building.