t now you're doing
the fishing, and so it goes. Do you expect to begin operations in the
woods next winter?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll need some more missionaries. You're making a lot of work
for me, but I like it."

His companion glanced up with sudden interest. They both liked work.
It had been evident for an hour past in the prelate's keen questions.
It occurred to Clark that the influence of his own passion for creation
promised to affect a large number of people. But he had never dreamed
of missionaries, and now the thought amused him.

"I see young Belding over there," said the bishop as the engineer
passed with a transit over his shoulder. "Yes, my chief engineer."

"A good chap and I'm glad he has the opening. I don't know that he's
got much imagination, but a valuable man as I see him. I have an
idea," he added quizzically, "that you will supply all the imagination
that is necessary."

Clark laughed. "I hope to."

"Had I not gone into the church I would have been a writer or an
engineer," said the bishop slowly. "They have always seemed kindred
pursuits, and I should have liked to be able to point to something
physical and concrete and say 'I made it.'"

Clark was a little puzzled. He had it in mind that the bishop's
achievements would be, perhaps, more enduring than his own. He tried
to put this into words.

The big man shook his head. "I hope I am making my mark, but who can
say? You affect the color of men's lives and I try to reach the
complexion of their spirits." He paused for a moment, then added, "But
between us we ought to do something. Good-by, and I hope you'll come
to one of my garden parties. I hear you don't care for society, but
you'll like my strawberries, and in the meantime I trust that all will
prosper. Even if St. Marys does not realize all this, does it matter?"

"Not in the slightest."

The bishop strode off. A few paces away he halted. "I'm no Moslem but
I'm very glad to meet Mahomet," he called back; "good-by."

In June the general manager, for as such Clark was now known, gave a
luncheon at the works, which was to remain long in the mind of at least
one of the participants. By this time he himself was beginning to
withdraw to that seclusion which added much to the fascination of his
personality. When his guests arrived they were turned over to Belding
for a tour of inspection, and then, filled with interest and surprise,
sat down to the meal Clark had had