He had long since planned the execution of a statue of Moses, and when his father had left him, he could not get the tall and dignified figure of the old man out of his mind.

He felt that he had found the right model for his work.

He must, he would forget--and he knew, that he could only succeed if he found a task which might promise to give some new occupation to his bereaved soul.

Still, he had seen the form of the mighty man of God which he proposed to model, only in vague outline before his mind's eye, and he had been prompted to go to a spot whither many pilgrims resorted, and which was known as the Place of Communion, because it was there that the Lord had spoken to Moses.

There Polykarp had spent some time, for there, if anywhere--there, where the Law-giver himself had stood, must he find right inspiration.
"And you have accomplished your end ?" asked his father.
Polykarp shook his head.
"If you go often enough to the sacred spot, it will come to you," said Dorothea.