shouting
and scuffling. Here he saw the scribe who had purchased coins from the
table of Zador Ben Amon. A crowd of beggars had gathered and when the
lawyer threw out the coins there was a great scramble and shoving and
cursing. Those who picked up a coin shouted. Those who found none,
fought. As a coin rolled toward the young Rabbi he picked it up and a
look of surprise showed on his face as he examined it. Then again rose
his anger and indignation, for the coin was spurious, as he soon found
others to be.

Again he clenched his fist and the impulse came to strike, but he put
it away and leaving the Temple turned his feet toward a narrow back
street where the poverty-stricken swarmed. Here the pallid faces of
the hungry, and the maimed bodies of many men told something of the
suffering inflicted on these poor by the late wars. As he made his way
through this district, the heart of Jesus was bowed under a great
weight which was growing heavier and heavier as he acquainted himself
with the mass suffering. Following a narrow street to a side gate he
went beyond the city walls into a place of stony valleys and gloomy
ravines that made the quarries and pools of Jerusalem. In this place,
fed by waters running through a subterranean passage from a fountain,
was the Pool of Siloam. Gathered here on the broad stone steps that
ran to the water's edge, was the outcast poor and the crippled. For a
time the Galilean looked upon the scene of helplessness and pain with
eyes of infinite compassion and pity, then turning his back on the
basin of Siloam's misery, he lifted his eyes to Zion on the Mount and
with a long deep sigh exclaimed: "Jerusalem! Jerusalem!"

Retracing his steps, Kedron came into view and again he paused. As he
looked into the valley the stream ran brown. To-morrow it would carry
clots of rosy foam under which the current would be dark and ruddy.
Even as he looked upon it, the lambs were bleating in the stalls. The
picture of the bloody sacrifice came before him--the awe-inspiring
congregation of two hundred thousand of 'God's chosen ones.' At the
ninth hour three blasts of the silver trumpet would start the surging
chant of five thousand Levites and signal the beginning of the
slaughter. And in the next six hours two hundred thousand lambs must
be slain and carried away from the gate.

"What availeth all this?" he said to himself.

When Jesus reentered the Temple, several hours had passed.