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Clarke's church typified the decaying faith of its pastor Grass was serenely pushing up through the rotting planks of the hich led frooodness and cheer of h the barriers of custo on the sunny side of the le had been set to repair a broken pane It had the appearance of neglected age

"The preacher was right--the creed of his church, as of all others, in a lesser degree perhaps, is too crass, too eneration which is each day awakening to some new potency of matter, some wider conception of the universe"

On the study door, checked by the sun and worn by the rain, the tourist applied his knuckle, and a voice, for the door, which led directly into a dark little den with only one , Serviss confronted Clarke reading by a green-shaded laht he appeared as pallid, as rees

He rose quickly upon recognizing his visitor "I' I thought the knock caathered a handful of books from a yellow arm-chair and pushed it forith his foot "Your visit is ht I wanted to get your idea concerning two or three scientific discoveries which see on the welfare of the race"

Serviss beca face to face with a task which required all his tact, his self-possession, and his wit, for the man before hi his point by a rush of words, and ithal, a student possessed of unusual intellectual resource He ure as he took his seat aleamed like blue-white marble, and his abundant dark hair, draay froers, lay in a tu a noticeably sculptural finish to his shapely head His hands, thin, long, and restless, alone betrayed the exciteendered in hier to question, but he waited for his visitor to begin, which he did with manly directness