others came
rushing behind. There was a barking of dogs and an ecstasy of
shouting.

'Oh, it's all very well,' he said, and his eyes flashed a little
scornfully.

Afterwards he took me to his home. His church stood out nobly as
we came up the path towards it. Within it was beautifully kept,
but I confess I was disappointed. It was all very neat, but it
suggested the skill of the church-furnishing firm too strongly. I
sighed a little as he showed me four enormous brazen vases of a
too familiar type. I longed for the two or three little red and
black earthen vases that I had seen on his teacher's altar; but I
kept my longing to myself.

He was a marvelous man for method, Leonard Reeve. He seemed to me
to organize classes with real talent anybody who came to the
Mission at all habitually was pigeon-holed as 'Inquirer,'
'Hearer,' 'Catechumen,' 'Under a cloud,' or something else, and
dealt with accordingly. His work, as I watched it day by day, and
evening by evening in church and school and villages and Mission
farm seemed to me well-considered and painstaking. On the other
hand he seemed to me not so happy, and not so very well.

The mail came in on the Monday.

I was to start the following Thursday for the railroad on my way
to my home again. We gloated over the letters and papers that
evening it was really a superb mail. The native boy with the bag
(I remember he was lanky and handsome and wore a rose-and-blue
zephyr) came up just as we stood in the avenue leading to the
house. We were smoking our pipes and arguing. The sun was almost
down.

What were we arguing about? Oh, he was arguing rather recklessly
about the glories of town-work. I retorted with few words, but
strong ones, in favor of work out in the country. Once I pressed
him rather inquisitively and mischievously as to his present work
on the veld. 'How can you hold such views and do it?' I asked him
point-blank. Thereat the fine side of the man showed.

His face flushed and his lips quivered. 'It's my job,' he said,
'and I'm not going to talk against it. I was arguing about
country-work in the abstract over there in England.' Then it was
that the boy came in sight with the letters. Reeve looked up and
watched him with real pleasure and gratitude. He said something
to him in the native language that seemed to amuse the boy very
much. I had thought his manners towards his flock very courteous,
but cold. I noticed a new tenderness now and from this n