t there was the same
odd variety of tones which had exciting effect.

"Why do you defraud your brother? Why do you judge your brother? Why do
you set at nought your brother? Inasmuch as you do it unto the least of
these, you do it to Him."

His voice died away again. His strong face had become illumined, and he
brought down his gaze toward the listeners.

"If any man shall do His will he shall know of the doctrine. He will
know--yes, know--for there is no other knowledge as sure as this."

Then, in such a colloquial way that it almost seemed as if the listeners
themselves had asked the question, he said: "What shall we do that we
may work the works of God?"

And he smiled upon them, and held out his hands as if in blessing, and
lifted up his face again to heaven, and cried, "This is the work of God,
that ye believe on Him Whom He hath sent."

As if under some spell, the few to whom he had spoken stood still, till
the preacher slowly shifted himself and began to walk away by the road
he had come.

Some of the children went after him as before. The poor woman
disappeared behind the house she had been standing against. The
policeman and his companion began to talk, looking the while at the
object of their discussion.

Eliza, in the closet, leaned her head against the pile of linen on an
upper shelf, and was quite still for some time.

CHAPTER X.

Principal Trenholme had been gone from Chellaston a day or two on
business. When he returned one evening, he got into his smart little
sleigh which was in waiting at the railway station, and was driving
himself home, when his attention was arrested and his way blocked by a
crowd in front of the hotel. He did not force a way for his horse, but
drew up, listening and looking. It was a curious picture. The wide
street of snow and the houses were dusky with night, except where light
chanced to glow in doorways and windows. The collection of people was
motley. Above, all the sky seemed brought into insistent notice as a
roof or covering, partly because pale pink streamers of flickering
northern light were passing over it, partly because the leader of the
crowd, an old man, by looking upwards, drew the gaze of all to follow
whither his had gone.

Trenholme heard his loud voice calling: "Behold He shall come again, and
every eye shall look on Him Whom they have pierced. Blessed are those
servants whom their Lord when He cometh shall find watching."

The scene was