y building a cathedral.
Think it over." And with that the bishop turned to the Indian agent
who was moving mountainously across the lawn.

"Well, Mr. Dibbott, it seems just the other day when I arrived first in
St. Marys and drove under a green arch at Mr. Filmer's dock and the
entire population met me. One couldn't achieve that now. Great things
are happening."

"You mean up at the works, sir?"

"Yes. I went over them again last week and had a short talk with Mr.
Clark--a very remarkable man--though, I confess that so far I have not
observed him at church. I touched on that as a matter of fact."

Dibbott's pale blue eyes opened a little wider. "And what did he say?"

"He said that from his point of view the church was too divided within
itself to impress him very forcibly."

"Ah!" grunted Dibbott--"and then?"

"I came back at him with the fact that the church was naturally divided
by the moods of its followers."

"It's so, sir, we all know it."

The bishop cast an interested glance over the groups that now covered
the lawn. He seemed not in the least depressed at the inward troubles
of the church. Presently his eyes began to twinkle. "It's perfectly
true. There are three schools of thought, that I've observed myself."

"What are they?" said Worden, who had silently come up.

"Platitudinarian; latitudinarian; attitudinarian," came the answer,
with a chuckle, then, turning to Filmer, who had stepped over to hear
the joke, he added, "What do you think of my boat?" and pointed to a
slim, black, two-masted steam-yacht that lay anchored just off the
shore.

It was common knowledge that the bishop had spent part of a winter
abroad collecting funds, and it was further admitted that it was
impossible for him to visit the multitude of islands that lay in his
charge without some independent means of transportation, but St. Marys
was not yet aware that the trick had been turned.

"She means three months' work," went on the bishop thoughtfully, but
without a shade of self-satisfaction, "and the biggest subscription I
got was a hundred pounds. The smallest was from the owner of a large
steamship line. He gave me one of the Company's official prayer
books--and I never before felt about the prayer book just as I did
about that one. I was begging mostly in England, and traveled about
like a sort of mitered mendicant, addressing missionary meetings. It
was the elderly ladies who did it, bless 'em. Then I w