æologist; we are here for several weeks every year to study Timgad. Excuse me, I should like you to meet my pupil." The girl nodded composedly; Ogle bowed and murmured; and Dr. E. D. G. N. Medjila seemed to feel no need of any further definition of his pupil. "We are keeping you from finishing your salad," he said. "We must wish you good-night, but we are sure to meet among the ruins to-morrow; we are always there. You will not find here all that you will at Pompeii, but Timgad is still Roman, and is enough." With that, and an affable "Au plaisir," he and his ornamental pupil departed for their ghostly walk; while the young American, tired by the long drive, and still shivery in the unheated inn, took his advice and waited for the sunshine.
When it arrived and he set forth, he comprehended breathlessly and at once what the archæologist had meant by saying that Timgad was enough; and as he walked the straight, stone-paved streets of the ruined town in the brilliancy of the morning, he understood, too, that Timgad was "still Roman." He had stepped out of the Mohammedan Orient into a city of the imperial Cæsars; and for all his depression and anxiety, he found some excitement in taking so vast a step. During an hour's wandering he saw
