as quixotic.  I did not identify that force with religion, then, and when I looked back on the first crazy campaign we embarked upon, with the whole city laughing at me and at the obscure and impractical personnel we had, there were moments when it seemed incomprehensible folly.  I had nothing to gain, and everything to lose by such a venture.  I was lazy and easy-going, as you know.  I belonged to the privileged class, I had sufficient money to live in comparative luxury all my days, I had no grudge against these men whom I had known all my life.”

“But it must have had some beginning,” said Alison.

“I was urged to run for the city council, by these very men.”  Bedloe Hubbell smiled at the recollection.  “They accuse me now of having indulged once in the same practice, for which I am condemning them.  Our company did accept rebates, and we sought favours from the city government.  I have confessed it freely on the platform.  Even during my first few months in the council what may be called the old political practices seemed natural to me.  But gradually the iniquity of it all began to dawn on me, and then I couldn’t rest until I had done something towards stopping it.

“At length I began to see,” he continued, “that education of the masses was to be our only preserver, that we should have to sink or swim by that.  I began to see, dimly, that this was true for other movements going on to-day.  Now comes Hodder with what I sincerely believe is the key.  He compels men like me to recognize that our movements are not merely moral, but religious.  Religion, as yet unidentified, is the force behind these portentous stirrings of politics in our country, from sea to sea.  He aims, not to bring the Church into politics, but to make her the feeder of these movements.  Men join them to-day from all motives, but the religious is the only one to which they may safely be trusted.  He has rescued the jewel from the dust-heap of tradition, and holds it up, shining, before our eyes.”

Alison looked at her companion.

“That,” she said, “is a very beautiful phrase.”

Bedloe Hubbell smiled queerly.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.  I can’t usually talk about it.  But the sight of that congregation this morning, mixed as it was, and the way he managed to weld it together.”

“Ah, you noticed that!” she exclaimed sharply.

“Noticed it!”

“I know.  It was a question of feeling it.”

There was a silence.

“Will he succeed?” she asked presently.

“Ah,” said Bedloe Hubbell, “how is it possible to predict it?  The forces against him are tremendous, and it is usually the pioneer who suffers.  I agree absolutely with his definition of faith, I have it.  And the work he has done already can never be undone.  The time is ripe, and it is something that he has men like Phil Goodrich behind him, and Mr. Waring.  I’m going to enlist, and from now on I intend to get every man and woman upon whom I have any influence whatever to go to that church . . . .”  A little later Alison, marvelling, left him.