Oh, no! Mr.Courtland will not suffer from the attacks of these foolish persons." "I saw him this--a short time ago," said Phyllis, "and he told me that his publishers were delighted at the result of the agitation which that newspaper tried to get up against him: they said it was selling his book." "I saw you talking with Mr.Courtland after the first production of 'Cagliostro.' I envied you--and him," said Mr.Holland.

"I wonder if he was really placed in the unfortunate position of having to massacre a horde of cannibals." Phyllis laughed, and forthwith told him the truth as it had been communicated to her regarding the dynamite outrage upon the unsuspecting natives, and George Holland was greatly amused at the story--much more highly amused, it would have occurred to some persons, than a clergyman should be at such a recital.

But then George Holland was not as other clergymen.

He was quite devoid of the affectations of his cloth.

He did not consider it necessary to put the tips of his fingers together and show more of the white portion of the pupil of his eye than a straight-forward gaze entailed, when people talked of the overflowing of a river in China and the consequent drowning of a quarter of a million of men--that is to say, Chinamen.