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They lack the worldly arts. As the Discipline commands, they avoid the evil of putting on gold and costly apparel, and taking such diversions as cannot be used in the name of the Lord Jesus." "Well of course if you prefer the 'debt-raiser' " Theron began, and took the itemized account from Gorringe's knee as an excuse for not finishing the hateful sentence.

"Well," she began, "if I were you, I wouldn't say too much about that is, I but never mind." "What is it?" asked her husband. "Nothing whatever," replied Alice, positively. "It was only some nonsense of mine;" and Theron, placidly accepting the feminine whim, went off down the street again. The Rev. Mr. Ware found Levi Gorringe's law-office readily enough, but its owner was not in.

Theron hardly brought himself to credit the statement; but all the same it was apparent to even his uninformed eye that these huge, imbricated, flowering masses, with their extraordinary half-colors, must be unusual. He remembered that the boy in Gorringe's office had spoken of just one lot of plants costing thirty-one dollars and sixty cents, and there had been two other lots as well.

At various other times before English troops had attempted to carry this point, but had never succeeded. This time, however, they did meet with success. In spite of strong resistance they stormed and carried the position. On the same day, May 19, 1916, it was officially announced that a force of Russian cavalry had joined General Gorringe's troops.

Gorringe's own face twitched and his veins tingled as he looked after him. He spat the shapeless cigar out of his mouth into the gutter, and, drawing forth another from his pocket, clenched it between his teeth, his gaze following the tall form of the Methodist minister till it was merged in the crowd. "Well, I'm damned!" he said aloud to himself.

"I see that Brother Gorringe's flowers have come to grief over night," he remarked. Alice looked at him before she spoke, and saw on his face a confirmation of the hostile hint in his voice. She nodded in a constrained way, and said nothing. "Or rather, I should say," Theron went on, with deliberate words, "the late Brother Gorringe's flowers." "How do you mean LATE" asked his wife, swiftly.

That rose in his mind from time to time, only as a disagreeable blur, and he refused to dwell upon it. It was nothing to him, he said to himself, what Gorringe's motives in lying had been. As for Alice, he hardened his heart against her. Just now it was her mood to try and make up to him. But it had been something different yesterday, and who could say what it would be tomorrow?

Turning the situation over and over in his anxious thoughts, two things stood out in special prominence. One was that Celia loved him. The other was that the boy in Gorringe's law office, and possibly Gorringe, and heaven only knew how many others besides, had reasons for suspecting this to be true. And what about Celia?

He rested his case simply on the fact, which could not be denied, and which he was not in the least interested to have explained, one way or the other. The recollection of Gorringe's obvious disturbance of mind was especially pleasant to him. He himself had been magnanimous almost to the point of weakness.

Theron sat languidly at the head of the table while these common-place matters passed in their course, noting the intonations of Gorringe's voice as he read from his secretary's book, and finding his ear displeased by them. No issue arose upon any of these trivial affairs, and the minister, feeling faint and weary in the heat, wondered why Sister Soulsby had insisted on his coming.