see him in
his jungle, and perhaps in the traditional nobility of the lion there
is a certain truth. An interesting biography of some of the powerful of
this earth might be written from the point of view of the confessor
or the physician, who find something to love, something to pity, and
nothing to fear--thus reversing the sentiments of the public.

Yet the friendship between John Hodder and Eldon Parr defied
any definite analysis on the rector's part, and was perhaps the
strangest--and most disquieting element that had as yet come into
Hodder's life. The nature of his intimacy with the banker, if intimacy
it might be called, might have surprised his other parishioners if they
could have been hidden spectators of one of these dinners. There were
long silences when the medium of communication, tenuous at best, seemed
to snap, and the two sat gazing at each other as from mountain peaks
across impassable valleys. With all the will in the world, their souls
lost touch, though the sense in the clergyman of the other's vague
yearning for human companionship was never absent. It was this yearning
that attracted Hodder, who found in it a deep pathos.

After one of these intervals of silence, Eldon Parr looked up from his
claret.

"I congratulate you, Hodder, on the stand you took in regard to
Constable's daughter," he said.

"I didn't suppose it was known," answered the rector, in surprise.

"Constable told me. I have reason to believe that he doesn't sympathize
with his wife in her attitude on this matter. It's pulled him
down,--you've noticed that he looks badly?"

"Yes," said the rector. He did not care to discuss the affair; he had
hoped it would not become known; and he shunned the congratulations of
Gordon Atterbury, which in such case would be inevitable. And in spite
of the conviction that he had done his duty, the memory of his talk with
Mrs. Constable never failed to make him, uncomfortable.

Exasperation crept into Mr. Pares voice.

"I can't think what's got into women in these times--at Mrs. Constable's
age they ought to know better. Nothing restrains them. They have reached
a point where they don't even respect the Church. And when that happens,
it is serious indeed. The Church is the governor on our social engine,
and it is supposed to impose a restraint upon the lawless."

Hodder could not refrain from smiling a little at the banker's
conception.

"Doesn't that reduce the Church somewhere to the lev