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ad never slept a night for years without reading a chapter； and in order to avert the possibility of her own feelings or fancies of the moment making any invidious distinction between the various component parts of a book which is profitable in every line； she had accustomed herself to read the chapters in consecutive order from The Genesis to The Revelation。 Sometimes； when she found herself face to face of a night with a purely genealogical chapter； Phyllis of Philistia had difficulty in crushing down her unworthy desire to turn to some chapter that seemed to her frail judgment to contain words of wider comfort to the children of men than a genealogical tree of the Children of Israel； but she had never yielded to so unworthy an impulse。 Who was she that she should suggest that one part of the Sacred Book was calculated to be more profitable than another？ Was it not all the Bible？
She had plowed her way through the slough of Hebrew names upon these occasions； and the blessing of the words had been borne to her in the form of a sweet sleep。
Her chapter for this night was that which describes the campaign of David； during which he and his hosts were besieged in their earthworks； and how the three mighty men had made a sortie through the camp of the enemy in order to obtain for their leader a cup of water。
She continued the chapter to the end； but all through it those words were ringing in her ears：
〃It is the price of blood； it is the price of blood。〃
And as she knelt down beside her bed； her bare white feet peeping out from beneath the drapery of her white night…dress； in a posture that would have made the most human atheist believe in the beauty of devotion； those words were still in her ears： 〃The price of blood； the price of blood。〃
Good Heavens！ How could she carry that feather fan？ How could Ella Linton hold it up to her facehold her face down to it； flutter its fairy fluff upon her cheeks？ It was the price of blood。 Herbert Courtland had run a greater risk to obtain those feathers than David's mighty men had run to draw the water from the well。 She had heard all about the insatiable savagery of the natives of New Guinea。 Paradise？ Who had named those birds the birds of paradise？ She recollected how the feathers which Ella had whirled about had held in the very center of every wonderful disc of rich purple； edged with unequal radiating lines of gold； a single spot of brilliant crimson； with a tiny star of silver in the center。 The effect of the sunlight glinting over this combination on the thousand feathers that swept after the bird had caused Herbert Courtland； the first white man who had seen this glory of glories； to call it the meteor…bird。 But those crimson drops： were they not the blood of the men who had perished miserably while endeavoring to wrest its marvels from the tropical forests of that great island？
Paradise？
And Ella could treat those feathers as though they had been plucked from a tame pheasant？ And now she was lying in her bed with the fan on the pillow beside her！
How could she do it？ That was what the girl asked herself while she lay awake on her own bed。 Would Ella not see； on the white pillow beside her head； the crimson stains of the feathers that had been snatched out of the dripping red hand of death； but the man who had not feared to grapple with death itself in that hell which people called a paradise？
But the man； the man who had gripped death by the throat and had torn the feathers from his grisly； fleshless fingers；her imagination was very vivid at night； especially after reading a thrilling chapter of Hebrew massacre；that man had talked with her upon such trifles as books and plays； strange pageants enacted among paper and canvas unrealities of life。 She had actually been leaning against some of these painted scenes while the man who had fought his way into the depths of that forest which no white man but himself had yet penetrated；the man whose life had； day by day and night by night； been dependent upon the accuracy of his rifle aim；had talked with her。
That was really the sum of all her thoughts。 She did not try to recall the words that he had spoken； it was simply the figure of the man who had been before her that now remained on her mind。 She did not stop to think whether or not he had spoken as a man with intellect would speak； whether he had spoken as a man whose orthodoxy was beyond suspicion would speak。 The question of his orthodoxy； of his intellect （which may be just the opposite）； did not occur to her。 All she felt was that she had been talking face to face with a man。
So that the result of her evening's entertainment； after she had read her inspiring chapter in the Bible and said her bedside prayer； she might have defined in precisely the same words as she had spoken to her friend Ella when Ella had asked her； immediately on entering the carriage； what she thought of Herbert Courtland。
〃He is the bravest man in the world at present。〃
She did not fall asleep for a considerable time。
CHAPTER XI。
I'M AFRAID THAT I MUST HAVE PRINCIPLE ON MY SIDE。
〃It is quite ridiculous； besides being untrue；〃 said Phyllis； when she had read the article in the newspaper to which her father called her attention one morning； a week after the criticism on 〃Cagliostro〃 had appeared。 The article was headed：
〃DYNAMITE VERSUS EVANGELIZATION；〃
and it came out in a weekly paper devoted to the interests of Nonconformists。
〃It is with the deepest regret that we have to call the attention of our readers and the public ＇the article ran＇ to the series of charges brought by the Revs。 Joseph Capper and Evans Jones； the eminent pioneers of the Nonconformist Eastern Mission； against a gentleman to whom a considerable amount of honor is just now being given by the Royal Geographical Society； the Ethnological Institute； the Ornithological Association； and other secular organizations； on account of his exploration in the Island of New Guinea。 It is scarcely necessary to say that we allude to Mr。 Herbert Courtland。 The position which has been occupied for several years by the two distinguished ministers whose self sacrifice in endeavoring to spread the Light through the dark places of the tropical forests of a savage land is well known to the subscribers to the N。 E。 M。； precludes the possibility of a mistake being made in this matter； and yet they declare in a letter which we publish this morning that the manner in which Mr。 Courtland pursued his so…called explorations in the forests which line the banks of the Fly River has practically made impossible all attempts at mission work in that region。 In several directions it is not denied that Mr。 Courtland entered into friendly relations with some native tribes； but instead of endeavoring to make the poor benighted creatures acquainted with the Truth； he actually purchased as slaves over a hundred of them to aid him in penetrating the Kallolu forest； where； it will be remembered； he succeeded in shooting the much illustrated meteor…bird； as well as several other specimens which will delight the members of the Ornithological Association rather than professing Christians。 Our distinguished correspondents state； and we have no room to doubt their word； that Mr。 Courtland purchased his slaves by a promise to assist the head man of their tribe against his enemies belonging to another tribea promise which he only too amply fulfilled； the result being an indiscriminate slaughter of savages who； though avowed cannibals； might eventually have embraced the truths of Nonconformity。 The elephant rifles of the explorer did their deadly work only too efficiently； but we trust that； for his own sake； Mr。 Courtland will be able to bring forward trustworthy evidence to rebut the suspicion of his having upon at least one occasion induced even the friendly natives to believe that he possessed the power of the Deity to perform miracles； and upon another occasion of having used dynamite against them by which hundreds were destroyed in cold blood。 It is the evil influences of such irresponsible men as Mr。 Courtland； whose ill…directed enterprise we cannot in justice to him refrain from acknowledging； that retard the efforts of those noble pioneers of Nonconformity who have already made such sacrifices for the cause； and who rejoice at the difficulties with which they find themselves beset。 We understand that a question will be put to the Minister for the Annexation Department in the House of Commons toward the latter end of the week； on the subject of the alleged excesses of the most recent explorer （so…called） of New Guineaexcesses which if committed in Bulgaria or Armenia； or even Ireland； would have called for an expression of the horror of Christian Europe； and we may mention that subscriptions on behalf of the Revs。 Joseph Capper and Evans Jones will be received at the office of this paper to enable them to substantiate the truth of their statements。〃
〃It is quite ridiculous； besides being untrue； papa；〃 cried Phyllis； 〃and I hope that you will not fail to take his part and show the falsehood of such accusations。 Could any