emple of Saint Simon the Cyrenian.'

Mr. Smythe's cheeks became more deeply empurpled and his eyes
danced.

'You must know,' went on the Bishop, 'I don't believe in
tribal-gods at this time of day. I believe in Someone bigger. So
it was that leper windows, modeled on those of the Middle Ages,
seemed to me possible easements. There, at least, Lazarus may feel
at home and join in worship, as his forerunners in the Middle
Ages did, at their own wall-slits. Thus at least one step will
be taken towards the supercession of Xanthos. As to the cult
of Melanthos, I hope to help to infuse more of the joy of the
Universal into it, so help me God!!! Yes, let me hear your
objections.'

Mr. Smythe began quite conclusively. Yet there was more
moderation and more argument in his rather indistinct beginning
than in the flowing harangue that followed, when his voice
cleared and his periods found their stride. The speech fell from
level to level. Ere the end it fell to the level of that sort of
invective against natives one hears so often where mean whites
forgather a not very dizzy level, believe me!

Finally, Mr. Smythe vowed to give no penny for the future to
Church purposes, and never to darken the doors of the new
Cathedral, should the concession of those leper windows be
confirmed. He would agree to forfeit a thousand pounds should he
break his word, he said. Thereupon they closed the subject. The
host tried to lead back to the cults of the Greek States, but the
guest was now too rapt and breathless to follow to much purpose.
Soon, by mutual consent, they ended the interview, not without
private friendliness, but with civic war at heart.

This was in Christmas week, and things went much as might have
been expected during the months that followed. The concession had
been granted by the Committee, and the concessionaire thought it
his duty to be grateful for that small mercy and to act upon it.
The malcontent repeated his vow, and it rang throughout the
village-city. A good many of the natives who worshipped at the
tin temple managed to hear of it, and laughed to one another;
they would watch for the darkening of the doors.

The Cathedral was to be dedicated to Saint Mark as a saint who
was martyred in Africa, but lacked a cathedral in the south.

His day was chosen for the hallowing. On the eve some pomp of
Procession, Recession, and Anthems had been prepared, and the
Bishop was to preach. He had been away much of these la