Phyllis' eyes were gleaming as she placed her finger on the words, "Dynamite _versus_ Evangelization," but Ella's eyes did not gleam while she was reading all the words printed beneath the heading.

She folded the paper and glanced carelessly at the name at the top of the outside page and said, "Well ?" "Was there ever anything so disgraceful ?" cried the girl.

"Was there every anything so false ?" "Is it false ?" asked Ella.
"How can you doubt it?
Do you fancy that Mr.Courtland would be a slave-dealer ?" "I wonder how he'd look in the broad flat hat which appears in all the pictures of the slave-dealers?
Rather well, I fancy," said Mrs.Linton.
"Oh, how can you talk of his looking well or ill when you read such an attack upon him ?" said Phyllis, jumping up with a charmingly rosy face.
"Surely it is something to you when so distinguished a man--your friend as well--is attacked!" "If we were traveling with him across the desert in a caravan, should we mind much if the whole caravan were attacked by Bedouins or missionaries or people of that stamp, my dear?
Of course we shouldn't.

We should feel that he would be equal to the defense of all of us, and himself as well." "Oh, of course; but this is quite another thing, isn't it ?" "Where is the difference?
If anybody minds the nonsense printed in that thing, Herbert Courtland will certainly be able to defend himself when called on to do so." Phyllis seated herself once again.
"But a question is to be asked in Parliament about him ?" she suggested.
"And can you, the daughter of a member of that Parliament, honestly tell me that you fancy that any human being minds how many questions are asked about him in the Questionable House ?" "But the least breath of suspicion--dynamite--slave-dealing--massacres--Armenia.

Oh, the article is certain to be copied into dozens of other papers--the public do so like to get hold of some scandal against a man who has done something great." "They do indeed.