"Ah, that is it--the great goal toward which they all run," he cried. "They are doing my Father's work, and I must help! Hear, hear what is before me: When a young novice comes to them they give him the symbols of purity: a spade, an apron, and a white robe to wear at the holy meals. In a year he receives a closer fellowship and the baths of purification. After that he enters the state of bodily purity. Then little by little he enters into purity of the spirit, meekness, holiness. He becomes a temple of the Holy Spirit, and prophesies. Ah, think, mother, how sweet it would be to lie entranced there for days and weeks in an earthly paradise, with no rough world to break the spell, while the angels sing softly in one's ears! I, even I, have already tasted of that bliss." "Say on," she breathed. "What does the holy man do then?" "Then," the inspired, boyish tones continued--"then he performs miracles, and finally--" he clasped her hand convulsively--"he becomes Elias, the forerunner of the Messiah!" From far out in the wilderness came a melancholy cry. "It is John, my cousin," said the boy, radiant, half turning himself at the sound. "I must go to him." She drew in her breath sharply, and rose to her feet. "Bear a message to John," she said. "Not pourings of water, nor white robes; not times and seasons, nor feasts in darkness and silence, shall hasten the kingdom of heaven; neither formulas, nor phylacteries, nor madness on the Sabbath. Above all, no selfish, proud isolation shall usher in the glorious reign of the Messiah. These holy men,--these Essenes,--are but stricter, sterner, nobler Pharisees. Tell thy cousin to take all the noble and fine, to reject all the selfish and unmeaning, in their lives. Doctrine is not in heaven. Not by fasts and scourgings, not by vigils and scruples about the law; not by selfishly shutting out the world, but by taking all poor, suffering, erring, striving humanity into his heart will he become the true Elias." There was a breathless, thrilling moment of perfect silence as the glowing eyes of the mother looked deep into the astonished, questioning eyes of the son. Then she rested both hands on his shoulders and spoke almost in a whisper. "As for thee, the time is now come. Does my son know what this day means?" He looked at her wonderingly and was silent. The mother spoke: "For many years I have kept these things and pondered them in my heart. Now, _now_ the hour is here when thou must know them." She bent so close that a strand of loosened hair swept his forehead. "In the time before thou wert born came as in a dream a wondrous visitor to me straight from the Father. And that pure, ecstatic messenger announced that the power of the Highest would overshadow me, and that my child was to be the son of the Highest, who should save His people from their sins--the Prince of Peace--the Messiah!" From the wilderness came a long, melancholy cry, but the rapt boy heard not.