" he repeated. But he made no answer save as it was
written in the face he turned toward the distance beyond the plowed
fields.

"What is her name?" his mother inquired very softly, lest she dispel
some pleasant thought.

"There is but one name."

"But one name--and yet a world of women?"

"Mary," he repeated, as if to himself.

"Thy mother's name," and the woman laughed for joy.

"Yea--my mother's name."

For the time of a short walk the light of glad memories shone in the
face of the pilgrim. Then the expression that told of a heavy burden
came again. "Like sheep without a shepherd are my people scattered,"
he said wearily, "and there is no Zion. Rome alone is ruling there
through the Imperial Legions housed in the Tower of Antonio, over
against the city of David. Even the Sanhedrin hath turned wolf-hearted
so that for gain the people are fleeced like the ewe lamb, and with
none to succor--and my Father's house hath become a den of thieves."

"Even so do I remember," the woman replied sadly. "When thou wert my
tiny one close to my breast, I went to the Temple with my offering of a
dove. And lo, in the Temple were sellers of doves. One stopped me who
said of my offering, 'It hath a blemish.' And forthwith I was sold one
thrice blemished. Yea, I remember, for they took from me my last penny
for the ill-favored bird and at a dry breast didst thou, my little one,
struggle that night unsatisfied. But thy great and wondrous
teaching--thy new commandment that is to bring the Kingdom, will it not
make all these things right?"

"Nay, woman, nay. New wine in old bottles doth but burst them. So
will this new law of love, this new law of justice established in man's
heart, burst the old customs that hold men in bondage. Then much
fasting, long prayers, much saying of 'Lord! Lord!' will avail
nothing, but only man's duty to his fellow man. For how can man love
God whom he hath not seen, if he fail in duty to his brother? For this
teaching in the Temple did those pious assassins of the Temple take up
stones to kill me. Herein is my heart greatly troubled. I preach the
gospel of love and of justice; but bran for the belly and stripes for
the back beget brute creatures that know not how to love. Neither can
he love who withholds all save bran, nor stays the hand that holds the
scourge."

"My heart catcheth the sadness in thy face," the woman said softly as
the young man looked out into the gathering d