For the manuscript held him up to himself as he actually was. With all its unrivaled beauty of style and marvelous splendor of expression, he knew as he read that he dared not, for his own peace of mind in the future, publish the manuscript in his own paper. Yet there it lay, containing words that would make any paper that could print it famous throughout the world.

He walked up and down restlessly. This person had not asked him to publish the manuscript in the Gazette. He had simply asked him to read it, if he had time. That was all. Why? To reveal his true nature to himself? To picture to his own narrow, self-centered person, his own little soul bound in the fetters of manipulation and gross money-grabbing and pitiful ambition?

He snarled as he walked, like some wild animal that is caged and starved. “I will expose this faker! No man who lives shall get the better of me with tricks like these. If Barnes is willing to be a fool, I’m not. I’ll go to this meeting tomorrow.”

He turned, went back to his desk, took up the manuscript, looked at it as if fascinated, then suddenly picked it up, thrust it into a pigeon hole of his desk, and with a grim smile resumed his regular work.

Meanwhile Mr. Maxwell, upon leaving the Gazette office, had gone directly to the hotel where Stanton was stopping until arrangements could be made by Dr. West to give him rooms in his home. Maxwell found Stanton just opening his mail.

“I have, as you have, a great many letters making inquiry about him. I hardly know how to answer all the questions. And yet . . .”

“And yet?” asked Maxwell.

“I have no doubt. Have not had at any time. I was out on the street a little while ago. What do you think I saw as I went by the municipal playground? He was out there playing with the children.”

“Why not?” Maxwell murmured after a silence.

“Why not? Just what I said.” Stanton went on opening letters after asking Maxwell to excuse him. He read a letter, glanced at Maxwell with a deep look of interest, and handed the letter over.

Maxwell read it. “Chancellor Clark wants you to invite Jesus to speak at the University Regular Assembly tomorrow morning! Will he go?”

“I have no doubt of it,” Stanton replied. “You see, the Chancellor asks me to come with him and be on the platform. I have not been to the University since I graduated. I have never met Clark.”

“But you know him?”

“Only what I have heard about him.” A pause. “I am surprised he has asked Jesus to speak to the students.”

“Why?”

“They no longer have any regular chapel service at the University, and Clark is not a religious man.”

“What does he expect Jesus will talk about to the students?”