n Rome as in Syria. Yet there is always a
way in a brotherhood to keep peace. Did not the 'Medici' stir up
strife when the 'Mulo Medici' would join the Brotherhood saying these
latter would bring ridicule to their honorable order? And did not the
_kurios_ say to them that so long as their fellow beings were allowed
to live no better than mules, there was the greater need of having them
in the Brotherhood. And when the gold and silver workers stirred up
strife because the rag-pickers would come into the union, did not the
_kurios_ point out that, under an autocracy of masters they themselves
might be picking rags on the morrow? But the actors and fun-makers
have not yet wrangled. To-night a man from Delphi maketh a speech when
this tablet is erected," and he turned out the face of a marble slab
which leaned against the wall. "With great pride do these actors and
musicians and dancers claim Delphi which they say still nestles at the
foot of Mount Parnassus; a place where gorgeous birds spread rainbow
wings over fragrant flowers, and everlasting springs feed the stream
that foams and tumbles past the ruins of Apollo's temple. But the
torches are now made ready."

"And what is the tablet?"

The two men examined it. Delicately cut in the marble was the face of
a young girl, with flutes beside her. Three rows of curls hung from
her wreath-bound head, and her lips were parted in a merry smile. "A
dancing girl and her pipes," the guide said. "She belonged to the
union and getteth burial and a memorial. But let us be going. Take up
thy torch."

After no long walk the corridor ran into another chamber. "This is a
place of initiation into some mystery," the torch-bearer said.
"Wouldst see?" and he pointed across the room to an opening in the wall
near the floor, scarce large enough for the body of a man to worm its
way through. "Look thou beyond it," and the guide held his torch
toward the opening.

The Phoenician hesitated. Then he dropped on his knees and thrust his
shoulders into the hole. By the dim light he saw something on the
floor which at first seemed to be the body of a man lying with feet
close together and arms straight extended. A second look showed this
man-like object to be a heavy cross of wood. At its side an open grave.

"What meaneth it?" the Phoenician asked, backing out of the hole.

"I know not save that those who enter there come wearing white and
carrying green sprigs, and with th