se more enlightened days, all
persons may worship with covered or uncovered heads, as may seem fit to
each person. This applies to Jews and Jewesses also, and, (N. B.)
there will be no division of sex for the Jew and Jewess, they will
worship together. The days of the _grille_ are past.

"LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!"

"Of all the extraordinary productions--!" murmured George Bullen. He
did not finish his sentence, he would have been puzzled to have found
terms to have expressed all that he felt.

"I wonder if these programs can be procured in London?" he went on.

A seller passed him at that moment, and he bought a second program, to
send to Ralph Bastin.

They had made an arrangement, before parting, that everything--letters,
wireless, and all other messages--should be sent in code, and to an
address, and under a name that should not be recognized as having any
connection with the 'Courier'--"if," Ralph had added quietly, "there
are no demons present here who can divulge our talk."

This was always one of the difficulties that the godly, at that time,
had to contend with, the ignorance of how far _invisible_ demons could
spy upon, and report their sayings and doings.

Hour by hour, the streets grew denser, for each hour brought new
arrivals, and always some of the _elite_ of the earth. To George
Bullen, with the journalist instinct, there was "copy" everywhere, and
he was not slow to take full notes.

Things were quieter from one to four, for the heat, in the open, was
almost unbearable. At four o'clock, Bullen was close by the chief gate
of the Temple. He would watch the arrival of the chief actors in the
first part of the great ceremonies.

Through the mighty hosts of acclaiming peoples which lined that wide
marble upward road, King after King rode, all on white horses.
Merchant princes from Babylon; Royal princes from many lands.

The last of the Kings to arrive was the King of Syria. At the gate,
close to where George Bullen was standing, the horse of the Syrian
monarch grew restive.

Quick to seize an opportunity of getting into the Temple to see the
ceremony, George caught the rein of the horse, and with a soothing word
and touch, led the beast through the gate, flinging back a word in
Syrian to the King in the saddle.

Hearing his own tongue, and noting the garb of his horse's leader, the
King flung a word of thanks to George, who led the horse right up to
the door of the sanctuary.

Each mo