mission, as to a city of refuge, traveling through
a bush country, and sleeping in huts of a strange speaking tribe
two or three nights of his way. He came to his host as man and
friend, and his trust was not abused. Afterwards his host, known
better, revealed new uses, he could doctor a little, he could
teach more than a little, he also held keys of certain joys and
wonders.

By and by Kadona was illuminated to some extent by his friend. He
was allowed to exchange his name when the approved fullness of
time was come, on a day of benevolent mysteries. Henceforth he
was Isaka. He had changed his name six months before the eventful
morning I have chronicled changed it at the season he had come to
reckon the years by the good time of Christmas.

Now this last night had been a brilliant one in the church that
he had learned to care for. There had been much glow of candles
and splendor of psalms and anthem. He had been taught to make
himself ready with light, so to speak, in view of the greatest
illumination on earth the Sacred Banquet of the morning. The
words of the anthem had rung in his ears like a trumpet in the
night, they had peopled and painted his dream. 'And I saw and
behold a white horse: . . . and He went forth conquering and to
conquer.' This morning was the Banquet morning. It was no marvel
that Kadona had been wonder-stricken at his awaking. The sense of
moving in a vision was hard to escape from, it seemed to him. He
moved towards the church like a man in a dream, and his feet felt
for the steps. Was it he who had been herding goats but a few
years ago, who had seen what he had seen on nights and at dances,
who had felt so naked and helpless before a harsh Government not
so very long ago? It did seem that it was he, and he was very
grateful. He stole into the church soft-footed, and glided
towards the blazing altar. Then he waited, trying to remember
what it was best to remember at such an hour. Had he repentance,
faith, gratitude, and love? He had so much of the last two surely
as to make some amends for defects of the others, or at least he
thought so. Yes, there was no mistaking his thanks, he thought to
himself. He remembered his night's dream afterwards when the bell
rang, and the Rider on the White Horse drew so near. Then he
lifted up his heart that he might meet Him on His way, tried to
open his heart as wide as it would go for the conquering Presence
to ride into it.

II.

The scene