ick, bright blue eyes,
never still. He had sprung to the aid of Molly and Alexina one morning
and flung a door open as they passed from the dining-room, and
speedily they were all good friends.

It was characteristic of him that he should have flung the door back,
not merely opened it. There was something of homage in the act. Within
the body of the little man was the chivalrous spirit of a Chevalier
Bayard, a Coeur de Lion. The big soul of Mr. Jonas was imprisoned in
his pigmy person as the spirit of the genius in the casket.

He was a Nimrod, too, and even now stood in hunting accoutrements,
seeming rather to have been shaken into his natty leggings than they
to have been drawn onto him, and there was a flare and dip to his
wide, soft hat and a jaunty fling to his knotted tie. His dog, a
Gordon setter bitch, sat on her haunches by him as he stood, his
fingers playing with her silky ears.

"Now, you'd better come go with me, Henderson," he was urging, "the
buggy's here at the door and you need it--you need this sort of thing
more."

"It's a busy day with me, thank you," answered the Reverend Henderson
a little coldly, for this Mr. Jonas was a man of no church. His faith,
he had frequently assured the young clergyman, would long ago have
died for breathing space in any creed he yet had met with.

"When you're older you'll understand better what I mean, my dear boy,"
the little man had in good part and cheerfulness assured the other.
"Come around and use my books any time you like."

For the soul of Mr. Jonas enthused--or convinced its owner that it
did--over Confucius, and further revelled in the belief that it delved
in occult knowledge; it also led him to place the volumes of the early
Fathers on his book-shelves and the literature of the Saints and of
Kant and Comte and Swedenborg; it conducted its owner to the feet of
Emerson and Thoreau; it made him talk Darwinism. Jesus Christ and
Plato, Mr. Jonas loved to say, made up his ideal philosophy.

Mr. Henderson, on the other hand, spoke of church buildings in Aden
other than his own as assembling places. It was inevitable he did not
give his approval to Mr. Jonas. His feeling against the little man
even made him enumerate the occupations ahead for the day, as if it
was a sort of avowal of the faith to thus declare them.

"It's a busy day with me, thank you. I have a feast day service and a
guild meeting, besides my parochial duties and a vestry meeting for
the