killed was not the
partner I knew. Don't you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," I replied. Then I asked, "Did you bury him?"

"Bury him? What for? How?" Rounds seemed indignant. "How could I bury
him in a stone-paved court? How could I lift a dead man over a wall chin
high?"

"Of course. Of course," I said. "I had forgotten that. But to us who
lead quiet lives, it seems terrible to leave a dead man unburied."

"Do you feel that way about that mummy you have out there?" he asked,
indicating the museum with his thumb. "If not, why not? But if you want
the story to the bitter end, I dragged him to the only clean spot in the
place, which was that slab in front of the idol. There I left him, or
it. But things take odd turns. By the time I got back to the Tlinga
village, they knew all about it and the priests used the affair to their
own advantage. Mine was incidental. Yet I did reap some benefit.
According to the priests, I had accepted the whole blessed lizard
theory, or religion or whatever it was, and had sacrificed the
unbeliever to the lizard god. Ista helped things along, I suspect, for
with me as a former mate, there was some fame for her. Anyway, they met
and hailed me as a hero and brought tribute to me. Gold dust. I wanted
them to quit their damned foolishness and tried to explain, but it was
no use. You can't teach a mob to have sense. Well, adios. But remember
this: Don't be too cocksure."

UNDER THE DOME[8]

By WALDO FRANK

(From _the Dial_)

They were two figures under the grey of the Dome--two straight faint
figures of black; they were a man and woman with heads bowed,
straight--under the surge of the Dome.

I

Friday night, when always he broke away in order to pray in the _Schul_,
and when she sat in the shop and had to speak with the customers who
came, these praying hours of Friday night. _Shabbas_ morning at least he
did not go also.--My heart tells me it is wrong. Lord, forgive me for
Esther and for my little girl. Lord, you know it is for them I do not go
to _Schul_ on _Shabbas_ morning.--But by God, you will keep the store
those two hours Friday! Do you hear? By God, what else have I ever asked
you for? Don't you sit around, do nothing all the day, and aren't
Flora's clothes a filth? and hardly if you'll cook our meals. But this
you will do: this you will do! Friday nights. Lord, why is there no
light in Esther? What have I done, Lord? what have I not done?

She sat in a chair,