EMERALD,
Gad. Simeon. Reuben.

AMETHYST, AGATE, LIGURE,
Benjamin. Manasseh, Ephraim.

JASPER, ONYX, BERYL,
Naphtali. Asher. Dan.

The last piece of this wonderful Robing, was the Mitre. It was really
a turban of pure white linen, an oblong shield-shaped plate of pure
gold, being attached to the fullness of the deep, front roll of the
turban. Engraved in Hebrew characters upon the plate, were the words:
"HOLINESS TO THE LORD." Here again, keen and practised eyes would have
detected the foul sign of the "man of sin," among the wondrous, and
delicate chasing of the gold around the Hebrew lettering.

It has taken twenty times longer to record this robing than the time
actually employed. As a matter of fact it occupied but a few minutes.
Then, at last, the work was complete, and the silence was broken.

It was the Emperor who spoke: "Behold the Priest of the Most High God!"
he cried.

Every soul present, save George Bullen, was more or less under the
spell of the Arch-Deceiver, or they would have caught the sneer in the
rich full voice, even as George Bullen caught it.

True to his journalistic instinct, as well as to his new desire as a
Christian, to know well the Word of God, Bullen had read over, the
night before, the passages in Exodus and Leviticus, relating to the
robing of the High-priest, and had been struck with this fact, that the
High-priest himself did _nothing_, took no active part in his robing.
Moses, as _God's representative_, did _everything_.

Now as he recalled this, and while he considered why Apleon should have
"acted valet" to a Jew priest, there recurred, with startling power to
Bullen, the words of prophecy by Daniel, concerning the "Man of Sin:"
"he shall exalt himself, and magnify himself above every God--"

"He has purposely chosen to do this robing business, quietly setting
himself up as God," was the thought of Bullen. There was no time for
further musing. The newly-invested High-priest was speaking:

"Bring hither the '_Torah_'--Roll of the Law."

A serious-faced young Jew, a praying shawl over his head, bore towards
the High-Priest--the parchment scroll loosely-cased in a silken
slip-off. As he bore the sacred roll he reverently kissed the tassels
of the drawstring of the silken slip.

The attendant drew off the cover, and dropping it across his left
shoulder, unrolled the scroll, and hel