inistry to Greece
would be open to him if he chose to accept it. Jubilant over the
prospect of reentering the world of Diplomacy so soon, he immediately
telegraphed his acceptance, and the following day addressed a letter to
the girl he had known from his youth, Blanch Lennox, whose character,
personal charm and ambition marked her as the one to share the future
with him. There was as little doubt in his mind that she would accept
him, as there was in hers that he would make the proposal; and when a
week later, he received a telegram confirming his conjecture, the answer
came as a matter of course.

The business at the mines was settled, but Mexico and her people were a
new experience. Its vast expanse of plains, virgin forests and wild
sierras lured him on; and in the company of a friend whose acquaintance
he had made at the mines, he passed the remaining time left at his
disposal traveling in the interior of the country, gathering data and
visiting the wild tribes who, though of the same blood, were in
characteristics a distinct people from the slavish _peon_ classes. A
people that have never actually submitted to the rule of the White man,
and have held tenaciously to the ancient beliefs and customs of their
forefathers.

He was impressed by the fact that, although living entirely independent
of the outside world, they were nevertheless self-supporting and in
certain instances had developed marked degrees of civilization.

He saw how they tended their flocks and fields, made their own clothes
and articles of use, and wrought gold and silver ornaments embellished
with native stones, and used the bow and arrow in the chase. They knew
nothing of modern civilization. Their daily lives were sufficient unto
them, and they were therefore happy. God seemed infinite and dwelt in
their midst, and spoke to them from the dust as well as from the stars.
But why was this? Why was life for them, in the natural course of
events, so easy and simple, and so difficult and complicated for the
civilized man?

His thoughts continually traveled back to the Eskimo of the frozen
North, and to Africa and her sun-parched deserts and star-strewn skies
with the roaming Bedouin in the background who regarded the earth as a
footstool to be used only as a means to an end and houses as habitations
fit only for slaves.

The picture he saw was not the ideal one--the emancipated man of whom
men of all times have dreamed and to whose advent some m