gh in grayish-yellow tufts. Beyond the
meadows he saw a rude stone chapel, and near by the foundations, capped
with wood, of a large church. He shivered once; he had no overcoat. Then
he went on to the manager's office. He rang and opened the door.

"Can I see the manager?"

"He's out now; gone over to the engine-house to see about the new smoke
stack; he'll be back in a few minutes. Guess you'll find a stool in the
other room."

The man entered the room, but remained standing, listening with
increasing interest to the technical talk of the other two men who were
half lying on the table as they bent over some large plans--an
architect's blue prints. Finally the man drew near.

"May I look too?" he asked.

"Sure. These are the working plans for the new Episcopal cathedral at
A.;" he named a well known city; "you've heard of it, I s'pose?"

The man shook his head.

"Here for a job?"

"Yes. Is all this work to be done by the company?"

"Every stone. We got the contract eleven months ago. We're at work on
these courses now." He turned the plates that the man might see.

He bent over to examine them, noting the wonderful detail of arch and
architrave, of keystone, cornice and foundation course. Each stone,
varying in size and shape, was drawn with utmost accuracy, dimensions
given, numbered with its own number for the place of its setting into
the perfect whole. The stability of the whole giant structure was
dependent upon the perfection and right placing of each individual stone
from lowest foundation to the keystones of the vaulting arches of the
nave; the harmony of design dependent on rightly maintained proportions
of each granite block, large or small--and all this marvellous structure
was the product of the rude granite veins in The Gore! That adamantine
mixture of gneiss and quartz, prepared in nature's laboratory throughout
millions of years, was now furnishing the rock which, beneath human
manipulation, was flowering into the great cathedral! And that perfect
whole was _ideaed_ first in the brain of man, and a sketch of it
transferred by the sun itself to the blue paper which lay on the table!

What a combination and transmutation of those forceful powers that
originate in the Unnamable!

The manager entered, passed into the next room and, sitting down at his
desk, began to make notes on a pad. At a sign from the two men, the
stranger followed him, cap in hand.

The manager spoke without looking at h