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Photo Terkelson & Henry. Alexander Michelofi, as Simon, the Leper.

of the place. It has made a convert of thy and reverence into the inmost core of me, has revolutionized some of my fun- being. To the Christian it brought redamental notions of men and of life. And newed realization of the Godhead of when people accuse me of being inconsist- Jesus; to the Jew and the Unitarian, the ent, all I can say is this, 'I have seen the pantheist and the agnostic, it gave an intomb of Napoleon.'»

sight into the personality of the Hero Such, on a vastly different scale, was the Supreme, and an understanding not otherimpression received at San Francisco's wise obtainable, of the chief reason for the Passion Plav. The chorus, the orchestra, marvelous rise and progress of the religion the unconventional surroundings, the sim- of Christ.

, ply worded script and the unsophisticated Father Josaphat plans to reproduce the performers, all served to stir even the cal- Passion Play every ten years. Let us hope loused first-nighter out of his professional that the project will endure. In the year apathy; but it was the totality of impres- of grace 1919 we shall be wiser, doubtless, sion--a thing that baffles definition and in many ways; but our wisdom will not be eludes descriptive analysis—that pierced so vast that a second production of San the toughened epidermis of the spirit and Francisco's Passion Play will fail to stir flashed quivering darts of love and sympa-, our hearts.

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An evening in a garden old and dear,
In the sweet rest and autumn of the year;
Where the light filters through a veil of green,
And, gloriously glimpsed, afar is seen
The splendor of the sunset on the hills !
(Oh, brooding peace that all the valley fills.)
Santa Lucia's purple ranges rise.
Altars where thought may worship, to the skies.
In fancy often shall the scene repeat,
To my remembrance, all its witchery sweet:
The arbor, weaving o'er us light and shade;
The shrubbery, stretching an enchanted glade;
The sunset portal, and its spirit-spell
That on low talk and laughter sweetly fell;
And the fair hostess pouring nectar clear-
Bidding us welcome to her dainty cheer.
The work-day world has faded quite away,
Lost in the vision of the parting day.
In the soft sky, where still the after-glow
Lingers, the crescent moon doth trembling show.
(What wish unspoken, in each heart lies hid,
To test the ancient charm her coming bid?)
And the soul rests, poised in this heavenly air;
As the bird rests on moveless pinion fair.
Through the green cloister folding us within,
The leaves are audible our ear to win ;
They whisper of the realm of far romance-
Of sunny Spain, and of chivalric France;
And poor Ramona's love, and her despair,
Thrill, like aeolian harp, the twilight air.
So the dear garden claims its mystic due-
Linking the legends of the Old and New.

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T WAS AUTUMN in the professor's the professor continued, more to nimself garden. The Virginia Creeper, than to the other. “She is always having which thickly screened the weather- trouble with the cook about the rugs.”

worn house during the summer, had So Alexander Brown was hired to be crimsoned over and glowed richly in the gardener and man of all work around the mellow sunlight of a California Novem- Lee home. Miss Ellen, who

her ber. It was redder on the professor's brother's house-keeper, did not share his house than anywhere else along the street. confidence in the gardener. She was susPlants always did their best for him—so picious from the first and declared for the his neighbors said.

ninety-ninth time that the professor would “But then,” they added, “that is his line some day be deceived by appearances and of business." For Professor Lee was as- his inordinate and childlike faith in his sociate in the department of botany. fellow creatures would receive a terrible

His dearest friend and the professor shock. He laughed indulgently. had many dear friends, for he was a lov- "You don't give me any credit for being able man-his dearest friend said that it a judge of character. I should as soon was because of the man's own nature; consider myself a villain as to suspect that there was an inherent something that Alexander of being 'one. You can see for made all things do their best for him. yourself that we have the same general The first winter rain had softened the

appearance.” ground. It was Saturday, and Professor “People will think that he is

your Lee was preparing the bed for a great bas- brother or some poor relative we've taken ket of bulbs which stood at hand, when a in," she objected. man who had been watching from the "I'm thinking of using him for a double street entered the gate and approached to attend faculty meetings. He could save him. He raised his hat, showing hair as me time for research work.

He might white as the professor's own. He asked for accompany you to church, in my place, ocwork.

casionally." “What can you do ?” was the kind in- Miss Ellen sniffed contemptuously. quiry.

“He's ahead of you in one thing, any“I can do gardening," he answered, way,” she retorted." "He hasn't shown any glancing around. There was need. The symptoms of absent-mindedness yet." garden was large and the botany depart- For this thrust the professor had no ment was over-worked this semester.

answer. He knew that it was his weak The professor looked closely at the new- point. He had depended on his wife, the comer. He prided himself on his ability few years she had lived, to see that he to read character from appearances. The went forth in proper attire to keep his man looked honest. In fact, he resem- appointments at their allotted times. Since bled the professor himself. They were she died, his sister, Ellen, had been his about the same size and wore the same faithful monitor. short beard, fast changing from grey to Still, he was forever wearing home a white.

strange hat or ill-fitting overcoat, ill-fit“I suppose you could lay the fires and

ting garments cast off by others, until beat the rugs.

finally Miss Ellen sewed a band inside of “Yes, sir,” was the humble answer. each with his full name, John Lee, etched “I shouldn't think Ellen would object,” thereon; and strictly bade him to form

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the habit of reading this before donning The reproachful look had never left any outer garment.

Miss Ellen's eyes. It turned now toward Every one liked the professor. There him. He saw it and wondered what he was something winning about his child- had done. like, genial personality ; so it was no won- “Alexander has been arrested," she der that the man whom he had befriended witheringly announced. hecame much attached to him. And the “Alexander !” he repeated. "What for?" professor, on his part, trusted his man "For stealing," was the crisp answer. implicitly and made a real friend of him. “What did he steal ?" he persisted. The new gardener had not been

"I know nothing about it," she replied, stalled a month when the professor visited "except that the officers came here for him an old friend who lived across the bay about an hour ago. They said something and carried some of his rarest bulbs to about jewels. It was so late that I sent enrich the other's garden. The friend, in him to the door. I feel disgraced." return, picked out other rare bulbs from The professor sank down into the depths his own collection and stowed them away of his easy chair and wearily rested his in the professor's old black bag for him head against his hand. Miss Ellen's heart to carry home.

sank with a sudden dread as she observed That evening Professor Lee attended a how old he had grown. She realized all meeting. After he had been gone for some at once that this might prove a sad blow time, Miss Ellen was startled by an im- to him, for most people willingly perative ringing of the doorbell. It was sponded to his confidence. This thought too late for callers, and too early for the only increased her bitterness toward the return of her brother, who might have for- traitor whom they had unsuspectingly gotten his key and so have rung the bell. harbored. She rose softly and said goodAlexander was in his room, a fact that night. she remembered with more satisfaction The professor sat beyond the circle of than it had previously given her, so she light from the study lamp. He did not called him to answer the summons. She care to read. His unseeing gaze was fixed heard the sound of men's voices

voices and upon the dull, ruddy embers of a dying waited to learn their errand. No one came fire. Nor did he rouse himself until Miss to her for some time, so she finally stepped Ellen called him gently from above and out into the hall. The gleam of a silver told him the time. star shone through the doorway, and an In the morning he announced his intenofficer of the law respectfully addressed tion of going down to the city prison to her.

see Alexander. "Madam,” he said, "we are sorry to dis- "I think I'll get a few things that he turb you, but we shall have to take this might need from his room and take them man away with us. He is wanted for the along in my bag,” he added. theft of some valuable jewels.”

He brought it out and placed it on the Miss Ellen paled, then grew indignant. table to empty it. To think that the man her brother had be- “Sheldon gave me some fine new dahfriended should prove a thief ! It was no lia bulbs," he informed her, and mechanimore than she had expected, though; she cally sprung the catch. A puzzled look had always been suspicious about him. overcast his face as he drew out a large

Alexander made no comment to Miss package. “I don't see how this came in Ellen. He left no message for his bene- here," he added. factor. Indeed, he dared not meet the Miss Ellen watched curiously as glance of her reproachful eyes. Quietly opened it and drew forth a number of he left the house with his captors, and small boxes. All at once she seized one she sat, erect and scornful, by the study and cried. lamp, waiting for the professor to come “The jewels! Alexander must have home.

used your bag." As soon as he entered, he saw that some- “No,” her brother answered. “I had thing had gone wrong.

it yesterday myself. I brought home my "What's happened ?" he queried. dahlia bulbs in it.”

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