their promising young lives in the service of their
country. He counted over the names, as a miser counts his gold. His
boys! It was such as these, their successors, whom his daughter
characterised with scorn, impatient of the passing fads and fancies
common to their age, of an immaturity which she herself had exemplified
so much less venially.

Musing thus, he traversed the length of Birdseye Avenue, saluting those
who passed him with absent-minded courtesy. At length he raised his eyes
and looked up the hill to the long, low roof against the cloudless sky.
For the thousandth time his eyes kindled at the sight, for the thousandth
time he experienced the artistic satisfaction of the connoisseur in
collegiate architecture, and mentally limned the remainder of the plan.
His sensations were like those of a skilled musician who has heard the
first movement of a masterly sonata and is left to imagine the perfect
whole. The sun, now mounting toward the zenith, was shortening the
shadows of the tower on the slate roof that shone in the bright
atmosphere like dull silver. Not a student was in sight, and the place
seemed to share the drowsy influence of the noontime.

Motionless, and leaning heavily on his cane, the bishop's mood grew warm,
as if it travelled upward with the sun. His dream, now destined to
remain unfulfilled, had not been one merely of stone and brick and
mortar. His spirit was akin to that of the cathedral builders of the
Middle Ages. They might drive the people in harness to accomplish their
purpose, but that purpose was to erect a splendid temple to their God, a
symbol of human aspiration toward the divine.

The bishop reflected with pride that if he had measurably failed, he had
yet planned greatly. He had taken his stand firmly on the ideal, defying
the utilitarian spirit of his time and country. It was nothing to him
that the money which disappeared in the rearing of that splendid fragment
could have been spent for humbler structures which practical men would
have called more useful. Useful! He hated the word. As if a beautiful
thing employed in the service of God were not useful in exact proportion
to its beauty! If the churchmen of America had not been inspired by this
fair and brave beginning to complete the work, the fault was theirs. He
had pointed them the way.

And how had he merited his wife's indifference, his daughter's
reproaches? He had not desired the money for himself, he