see the money-changing going
on. The woman wore the garb of a widow. One of the men was a scribe.
The other man was a Pharisee. The face of the woman was much troubled
and she plead with the scribe and the Pharisee. And when they would
have left her she clung to them and passed on thus into the crowd.
Very shortly after the three had passed the Galilean, he saw this same
scribe at the money table across the way. He seemed to be buying a bag
of coins, most likely mites for alms giving.

For half an hour the Galilean Rabbi watched the moving people from
where he stood. Then he left the place and went into the Woman's
Court. As there could be no traffic carried on here, there were few
people and less noise, and he had not gone far when he heard some one
weeping. He soon found it to be the widow he had seen a short time
before. Without hesitation he approached her. "Why weepest thou?" he
asked.

"The inheritance of my father hath been taken from me. The mother of
six small men children I am and my husband hath died. And now no place
of shelter have I."

"Who hath taken thy home?"

"The scribe took it not--so sayeth he. The Pharisee took it not--so
sayeth he. But the two of them have taken my shelter to satisfy the
Law--so say they."

"A scribe and a Pharisee. They are wolves in sheep's clothing!"

"Yea--but doth this get back for me my inheritance? Canst thou help
me? My husband hath died and I am defrauded of all I possess."

"Silver and gold have I none--yet shall there be a reckoning!"

"My shelter is taken! My husband is dead and there is none to defend
me!" and the woman turned her face again to the wall and wept bitterly.

The Galilean stood for a moment. Then he turned back and crossed the
Outer Court coming into the porch. Here the sound of a trumpet
attracted his attention. It was a Pharisee announcing his time of
prayer. And when a crowd had gathered the Pharisee threw back his head
and beat his breast until his frontlet dangled, and he thanked God he
was not as other men. And lo, it was the one who had robbed the widow.
The Galilean felt the flush of anger heat his cheek and he clenched his
fist as in childhood days he had done when some injustice demanded
relief at his hands. With rising indignation he watched the Pharisee
until a part of his long and carefully worded prayer had been told into
the ear of the public.

As Jesus passed down the steps at no great distance he heard