nd infamy which you suggest.

"And as for you, sir, I pronounce you the true yoke fellow of him about
whose book we have been talking, who, wearing the livery of the unifier
of the human race, smites the bridge of sympathy which the ages have
builded between man and man, who, inflamed racial egotist that he is,
would burn humanity at the stake for the sake of the glare that it would
cast upon the pathway of the one race. Is the issue clearly enough drawn
between us?"

Mr. Hostility nervously folded his map of the world, restored his bottle
of germs to his pocket, and stood facing Ensal in silence for a few
seconds, his keen disappointment adding to the uncanny look of his face.

"Remember, we have each other's secrets," said Mr. Hostility meaningly
in tones that showed his keen regret at the failure in this instance of
his long cherished scheme. This somewhat recalled Ensal to himself.

"Yes! Yes! Fear me not. I do not need to impose anything whatever
between your suggestion and our racial honor. That is simply
unapproachable from that quarter. For that reason I am not tempted to
repeat to others what you have said to me."

Thus reassured, Mr. Hostility made a bow of mock humility, directed at
Ensal a look of utter contempt, and disappeared.

Ensal dropped upon his knees and prayed thus:

"O Spirit eternal, God of our fathers, move thou upon the
hearts of the American people and bid them to lift thy children
of the darker hue from their 'low ground of sorrow,' where all
the evil influences of the world feel free to tempt them. In
all the dark night that may yet await them, when men shall so
beset them as to threaten the sustaining influence of
patriotism, grant from the dawn eternal the lighted taper of
hope that shall throw its beams athwart the darkness, and
furnish a cheering glimpse of the fair end of all things. Watch
with thine all seeing eye and nail with thine omnipotent hand
the machinations of those who would poison human hearts and
destroy the humane instincts that are the graces of our faulty
world. Abide thou here forever and grant that the post of pilot
of our planet be given unto this land unto which, though I
depart, my heart is moored by the sweat of brow, flowing blood
and anguish of spirit contributed by my ancestors. Grant unto
this prayer the full measure of consideration that can be
bestowed by divine