a boat to take her across the stream, for in a village on the island over
against the town dwelt some sick Christians to whom she was carrying
medicines and whom she was intending to watch. For months past her whole
life had been devoted to the suffering. She had carried help even into
heathen homes, and shrunk from neither fever nor plague. Her cheeks had
gained no color, but her eyes shone with a gentler and purer light which
glorified the severe beauty of her features. As the girl approached the
captain he fixed his eyes on her, and called out:

"Hey! pale-face--are you a Christian?"

"Yes, my lord," replied Selene, and she went on quietly and indifferently
with her brother.

The Roman looked after her, and as she passed by Hadrian's statue, and,
as she did so, dropped her head rather lower than before, he roughly
ordered her to stop and to tell him why she had averted her face from the
statue of Caesar.

"Hadrian is our ruler as well as yours," answered the young girl. "I am
in haste for there are sick people on the island."

"You will bring them no good!" cried the beggar. "Who knows what is
hidden there in the basket?"

"Silence!" interrupted the tribune. "They say, girl that your fellow-
believers overthrew the statue of Caesar in the night."

"How should that be? We honor Caesar no less than you do."