"Well," said English, with a quizzical affectation of plaintive patience, "we learn by doing." "And sometimes by undoing," retorted Dr. Gowdy tartly. Hill heard of this observation, and came to the scratch with animadversions on Dr. Gowdy's maladroit management of the finances of the Famine Fund (a matter that cannot be gone into here). This was blow for blow, and ever since then Dr. Gowdy had panted to open the second round. Jared Stiles, standing on his own merits or demerits, might have got off more lightly, but Jared Stiles, as a possible protege of Andrew P. Hill, was marked for slaughter. This new heresy and all its supporters must be stamped out--especially the supporters. X Dr. Gowdy stamped it out--and the crowd stamped with him. The fiery denunciations of the Doctor kindled an answering flame in the breasts of his youthful auditory. In five minutes hands, lungs, and feet were all at work. The youths before him awakened the hot, headlong youth still within him, and he launched forth upon a tirade of invective that was wild and reckless even for him. "This folly, this falsity, this bumptious vulgarity--shall we not put an end to it?" cried the Doctor. "Yes, yes," responded the house. "No; go on," said a single voice. The Doctor laughed with the rest, and a wave of delighted applause swept over the place. "Shall we not purify the temple of art? Shall we not drive out the money-changers?" "Yes, yes," called the audience. For Jared had never drawn from the antique--he was trying to climb in like a thief and a robber. "Shall we not?" repeated the Doctor, searching the house for that single voice. "Sure," said the voice, and another wave of applause rolled from the foyer to the rostrum. "Ten thousand dollars!" shouted the Doctor. "The man who says he paid ten thousand dollars for that agglomeration of barn-yard truck is one of two things: if he did pay it, he's a fool; and if he didn't, he's a liar! Which is he?" "He's a fool!" cried half the men. "He's a liar!" cried the other half. "Oh--h!" shrilled the young women. The Doctor wiped his streaming brow. "What kind of a community is this, anyhow?" he resumed, stuffing back his handkerchief into his pocket. "Here we have this magnificent school [applause] that for the past fifteen years has been offering the highest possible grade of art instruction. A corps of thirty earnest and competent teachers [loud applause and a few cat-calls] are ministering to the needs of three thousand promising and talented young people, the flower of our great Northwest----" [Tremendous and long-continued applause, during which the continuity of the speaker's remarks was lost.] The Doctor filled in the minutes of tumult by taking several sips of water.