had, if he WILL bring trouble on himself, let's make it no affair of
ours."

Theron had found himself exchanging glances of inquiry with this young
man. "Mr. Ware," said Celia, here, "let me introduce you to my brother
Michael--my full brother."

Mr. Ware remembered him now, and began, in response to the other's
formal bow, to say something about their having met in the dark, inside
the church. But Celia held up her hand. "I'm afraid, Mr. Ware," she said
hurriedly, "that you are in for a glimpse of the family skeleton. I will
apologize for the infliction in advance."

Wonderingly, Theron followed her look, and saw another young man who
had come up the path from the crowd below, and was close upon them. The
minister recognized in him a figure which had seemed to be the centre of
almost every group about the bar that he had studied in detail. He was
a small, dapper, elegantly attired youth, with dark hair, and the
handsome, regularly carved face of an actor. He advanced with a smiling
countenance and unsteady step--his silk hat thrust back upon his head,
his frock-coat and vest unbuttoned, and his neckwear disarranged--and
saluted the company with amiability.

"I saw you up here, Father Forbes," he said, with a thickened and
erratic utterance. "Whyn't you come down and join us? I'm setting 'em up
for everybody. You got to take care of the boys, you know. I'll blow in
the last cent I've got in the world for the boys, every time, and they
know it. They're solider for me than they ever were for anybody. That's
how it is. If you stand by the boys, the boys'll stand by you. I'm going
to the Assembly for this district, and they ain't nobody can stop me.