The Militants

Excerpt from The Militants: Stories of Some Parsons, Soldiers and Other Fighters in the World

For a moment again the locust had it all to himself. High and insistent, his steady note sounded across the hot, still world. The Bishop looked down at the gray eyes gazing upward wonderingly, and through a mist of years other eyes smiled at him. Eleanor Gray - the world is small, the life of it persistent; generations re peat themselves, and each is young but once. He put his hand under the child's chin and turned up the baby face.