He was very dark, and his mustache was only faintly sprinkled with gray.

His hair still showed black at a distance, though he was sixty-five.

He had been, sometime earlier, the pastor of the First Congregational Church, but after a sojourn in other fields had retired to live among his old parishioners in the city which had loved him best.

It had been said of him in the days of his pastorate that he drew the largest congregations and the smallest collections of any preacher the community had ever known.

But Ware was curiously unmindful of criticism.