the stranger, with twinkling eyes. "You have them in America
then?"

He was examining her wrist with practiced fingers, touching it
firmly here and there.

"We have everything in America," said the girl, eyeing him
dubiously.

"But no gods except money, I have heard."

"Yes, gods, and impostors too," she answered significantly.

"So I have heard," said Apollo, with composure.

The maddening thing was that she could not look away from him--
some radiance of life in his face compelled her eyes. He had
thrown his hat upon the grass, and the girl could see strength
and sweetness and repose in every line of forehead, lip, and
chin. There was pride there, too, and with it a slight leaning
forward of the head.

"I presume that comes from listening to beseeching prayers," she
was thinking to herself.

"Ow!" she remarked suddenly.

"That is the place, is it?"

He drew from one of the pockets of the grotesque coat a piece of