something more than two years after the events narrated in the preceding chapter, a little group of men might have been seen standing in the portico of a building known as the synagogue of the nazarenes. they were conversing in low tones, but their excited gestures and gloomy faces betrayed the fact that the topic which they were discussing was not a pleasant one.

"there is unquestioned and open partiality on the part of the apostles toward them that be of hebrew birth and descent," said one bitterly. "though we be circumcised and walk after the law in all diligence, the fact that we are greeks can be neither overlooked nor forgiven."

"i mind not what they think;" cried another sturdily, "a greek is as good as a jew any day, and we be all servants of one master, even christ; but it is not just that our widows and fatherless be neglected in the daily distributions, for we have all given freely of our substance into the common fund."

"i like not to boast, my andronicus," said the third man almost in a whisper, "but i cannot forbear the thought that had i retained in mine own power what i aforetime laid down at the apostles' feet--freely and in all humility of mind, these tales of neglect would not now be coming to our ears."

none of the three had observed that a fourth man had joined himself to the group, till the newcomer spoke. "the neglect of which thou dost complain, my brothers," he said in a deep musical voice, "is not a neglect born of contempt for us because we are greeks. i know these men through and through; they rest not day nor night, but labor incessantly, and in all unselfishness and love for the church, yet is the burden too heavy for them. christ healed many that were sick and fed many that were hungry. yet there remain multitudes of them that are blind, of them that are lepers, of them that hunger, who were also blind, leprous, and hungry, when our master walked the earth. they came not unto him, and how could he succor them, being burdened with this humanity which doth irk us all?"

"what thou hast said, my stephen, is true," admitted andronicus. "but it is also true that among the jewish widows there is no lack, while priscilla and her little ones remained two days without food. had she refrained from joining herself to us, she would have continued to receive aid from the temple treasury; the woman herself declared it, and i could not gainsay her had i wished it. if there be not neglect born of contempt, there is assuredly a lack of wisdom."

"what hath been done for priscilla?"

"my wife ministered to her necessities, as well as to those of julia and eunice."

"hast thou spoken of this to peter?" asked stephen, looking troubled and turning to one of the others.

"nay, i have not spoken of it; there should be no need to speak, say i."

"forget not the word of the master, 'judge not that ye be not judged,' said stephen, gravely. "we must look carefully within before we lightly censure any man--least of all the chosen and anointed ones of our lord." then after a thoughtful pause he added, "i will myself speak with john concerning these things."

the man who had first spoken, and who was called apelles, looked after him as he walked away. "from him i can suffer reproof as from no other;" he said, "he hath within him the very spirit of the ascended one."

"like the ascended one, he hath also enemies in high places;" said andronicus, significantly, "the continued attempts made upon his life bear witness to the fact."

"what dost thou mean? he was threatened, it is true, by certain of the sadducees because of his boldness in declaring the resurrection in their very midst, but no man laid hands on him."

"the herodians, and especially the pharisee from tarsus, are bitter against him for some reason, which perhaps we understand not wholly. hast thou forgotten his rescue by ben hesed more than two years ago; and also what happened thrice since--when by the barest chance he escaped with his life?"

"true, he has been mercifully preserved amidst great dangers; but each time there was a simple enough cause for the peril without attributing it to an enemy," said apelles, thoughtfully. "once it was from robbers, who would have slain him from the mere lust of murder, as is their wont. again, a heavy stone fell from the wall above as he spake to the people, barely missing his head in its descent."

"yes; i know all that thou wouldst say;" broke in the other, "but listen! yesterday a basket of fruit was sent him, bearing a scroll inscribed thus: 'this fruit is for the saintly stephen, from one who believes that the apples of paradise are none too fair for such as he.'"

"a pretty conceit assuredly!"

"a most lovely conceit! had he eaten, as the sender supposed that he would do, even now would the apples of paradise be within his grasp."

"what meanest thou?"

"'i will not eat of this fair fruit,' said stephen, 'instead i will bear it to the aged clement, who hath only of late joined himself to us,' but while he waited for a convenient season for taking the gift, the fruit stood without on the ledge of the window, and the birds came and pecked it. before they could fly away after their stolen meal the little creatures dropped dead."

"horror! the fruit was poisoned then?"

"assuredly. now thou seest that he hath an enemy."

"but who?"

"i have my suspicions, and have warned him. his answer was this, 'he is with me alway even unto the end; until my appointed time there is nothing that shall be able to hurt me; neither shall i fear what man can do to me.'"

"wonderful! i have confessed that jesus is the christ, but i fear me my faith in him is but a poor thing compared with that of stephen; had the like happened to me i should have fled the city."

"'twas what i urged upon him. go away from jerusalem, i said. there be jews in every city of greece who would gladly hear thee of the christ; in the land of thy fathers shalt thou dwell in safety. but he shook his head. 'the day is not far distant,' he made answer, 'when not alone to the jews shall this salvation be preached, but unto every people and kindred and tongue beneath the heavens; for christ came to save the world, and therefore shall the world be saved; but it is not i who am called to this work; my place is here.'"

while the two greeks thus spoke one to another of stephen, the young man himself was passing rapidly through the streets towards his home, his thoughts busied chiefly with what andronicus had told him concerning the daily ministrations. "the matter must be looked to," he said to himself. "the twelve are not sufficient for the work, god be praised. so mightily hath the spirit worked with and for us, that the day is not far distant when the cross shall cease to be a symbol of shame and hissing among men and shall everywhere be hailed the sacred token of deliverance."

communing thus within himself he lifted up his eyes and beheld the square which lay before the palace of pilate. "it was here," he murmured, "that they brought him on the day of his death. it was here that the people cried out 'crucify him--crucify him!' ah, that awful day--nay rather that day of days, decreed from the foundations of the world!" then he passed on into the square, being minded to look for a moment on the very place where he knew the man of sorrows had stood so patiently on that last day of his earthly life. as he approached the mosaic of many-colored marbles which marked the place of the judgment seat, a roman chariot containing two men and drawn by a pair of powerful black horses dashed into the square.

"dost see that fellow yonder, herod?" exclaimed the man who stood behind the driver. "i mean the one with the white robe. 'tis that beggarly greek, stephen, who hath been setting the city on an uproar of late with his driveling cant. i hate the whole blasphemous brood, but he is most contemptible of all."

"i will engage to run him down, if thou sayest it," said the man who held the reins, and across whose white tunic streamed a scarf of the imperial purple.

"be it so!" answered his companion with a malignant scowl. "'twill be a happy accident that rids the world of such an one."

"an accident of course," said the other with a brutal laugh. "who would dare question it?" and he brought the long lash with a whistling curl about the glossy flanks of the horses; they leapt forward as one. something else also leapt forward. there was a cry, and the sound of the iron hoofs was horribly dulled for an instant, then the chariot thundered on, and swept into the avenue beyond the palace.

"by the gods, alexander!" cried herod. "didst see the man who leapt forward from behind? he dragged the beggar forth just in time; another instant and he would have been crushed beneath our wheels."

"i saw, yes," answered the other, grinding his teeth. "the wretch bears a charmed life."

"we will drive back to inquire of the accident," pursued herod with a sneering laugh. "pollux there struck something softer than the pavement. hey! pollux, my beauty? if it chanced to be the man's head he will prate no more of dead malefactors--nor yet of live ones. how now, fellow!" he shouted, reining in his struggling horses as they approached the borders of the crowd which had instantly gathered at the scene of the accident. "was the man hurt seriously?"

"not seriously, they say, your highness," replied the man to whom he had spoken, bowing low at sight of his royal questioner; "but the stranger who rescued him hath beyond doubt suffered a mortal wound."

"the more fool he!" cried herod contemptuously. as the horses again sprang forward in obedience to the lash, he turned to his companion with a wicked laugh. "'twere a pretty pastime for our leisure to root out these pestiferous fellows from the holy city, and 'twould doubtless cover a multitude of sins."

"may we count on thine assistance, my prince?" said alexander eagerly. "we who are against the nazarenes grow fewer each day; already the greater number of pharisees either believe or regard them with tolerance. these all declare openly that the dead carpenter of galilee is alive and is like to return any day to rule over israel."

herod's face darkened. "let him return and attempt it!" he cried angrily. "behind me--is rome."