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thanksgiving. And they will be— they will b e ! I promise!” Just then, the nurse came in to prepare for the opera tion, and, with a brave smile, Marion said, “ I ’ll go out to the window seat in the hall now and wave to you as they take you to the operating room.” But she did not reach the window seat. Such a sense o f weakness laid hold on her that instead she stumbled into a vacant room near by and sank into an armchair, dropping her head heavily on her chest. * H« * The rising sun sent its searching rays into every cor ner o f the white room in which Marion found herself. As she stirred, a bright-faced young nurse that she had not seen before came to her side and smiled as brightly as the sun itself. “ I don’t understand this,” Marion said, “ why I am here in bed. But-SDr. Fenwick— are they operating?” “ No, they did that yesterday, and it was a hundred per cent successful. His condition is good this morning, and he’s going to get well. Now, I think that ought to make you well. You fainted in here yesterday and had to have hypodermics and things, but Dr. Reddick said he was pretty sure the news about Dr. Fenwick would bring you around.” She watched with real interest, as she said this, to see the reaction o f her patient, but there was not just the demonstration she had expected. There was only a change o f expression— a change to rapt wonder and worship; and while the lips moved as in prayer, she caught these words, “ . . . maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow o f death into the morning .” [The End] “ It is deeply significant,” says D. M. Panton, “ that General Ludendorff, the spearhead o f Germany in the World War, and the living embodiment o f the fierce spirit o f autocracy which now seems to repossess her, leads the Tannenberg Alliance, which calls for ‘redemption from Christ’ and the worship o f Germany’s ancient heathen gods.” {in the light o f the fact that a Jewish virgin moth ered the flesh o f our Lord, the hatred in German Fascist breasts toward Christ was never more plainly stated than when one of Hitler’s chief lieutenants, Goring, declared his policy for the extermination o f the Jews in the following words : "N o Jews shall he left in Germany but Jewish beg gars. An Aryan prostitute is dearer to me than a chaste Jewish woman." There you have the personification o f the spirit which, in a frenzy of maniacal venom, will march to Armageddon and commit suicide by making “ war against him thqt sat on thè horse, and against his army” (Rev. 1 9 : 1 9 ) 1 1 ^ h i A “ S p ir it u a l U n it y ’ ’ ? G o d l e s s ! Socialism, Communism, and Fascism— however dis cordant they may be otherwise, yet croak together on the subject o f "the spiritual unity o f all mankind." So cialism and Communism, however, both proclaim that this “ spiritual unity” can only come through “ the rule 6f the proletariat”—-that is, through the reign o f poor dupes who think they reign but never reign ! On the other hand, Fasc ism as loudly proclaims that the needed “ spiritual unity” can be enforced only by the sword o f Caesar reincarnate. With them all, any “ spiritual union” wrought through the precious blood o f a Jew, even Jesus Christ, is ana thema ! One only wonders how two extreme counterpoles, de spising each other as do Fascism and Communism, can [Continued on page 79] SOCIALISM, COMMUNISM, FASCISM [Continued from page 51]
no reason why we should not discuss it as we would dis cuss any other temporary separation. I f this is the time for me to go, Marion, you can think o f me as waiting up there for you—you and Sophia. And, Dearest, Sophia’s education has been provided for. You won’t have to be concerned about that.” When she heard this, he saw the first tears on her black lashes, and she buried her face on the arm o f the chair. He stroked the fair, disordered hair and went on: “ There’s so much I want to pack into these few minutes, my dearest one, but if I forget everything else I had planned to say, I want you to remember this—above all other human gifts, I thank my God most for y ou ! ‘Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights.’ He gave you to me, and He will not take back His gift. It is mine for eternity. This was something I did not dare hope for. I loved you from the first, little girl, but I thought you were meant for some one else, until your letter came.” “ Poor Don. He has never even had a vision o f life yet, and he thinks he is living. As I came along on the train yesterday, there kept coming into my mind this line: ‘Better fifty years o f Europe than a cycle o f Cathay,’ and I thought how much stronger I might make a certain contrast. These few days since I have known o f your love, mingled as they have been with anxiety and agony, have been worth all the rest of my life. Oh, I wonder if great love always goes hand in hand with great suffering.” “ I think so,” he answered softly, “ for if love has in it the elements o f greatness, it must needs be purified, and there’s no purifier quite like suffering.” Marion sat up straight in her chair and, looking di rectly into his eyes, said, “ Yes, and there’s still a lot of selfishness and pride in mine. God knew it would take something as drastic as this to get it out. But, I want you to know that if it is as I fear, I have faith enough in the One who suffered for me, to believe that He can make life joyous and happy again, even with you away. I know I’ve depended on you too much for everything. I made sort of a priest out o f you at first, and I’ve always regarded you as more or less a prop, when the Lord wanted me to lean altogether on Him. The wonder to me is that He could have given you to me at all, and I know that if He does separate- us for a time, He will use that time for teaching me the things I need so much to know, and will use me to accomplish certain things He wants done, too— and when He gets ready to bring us to gether again, my love will have been sufficiently purged to take root in eternity.” He smiled at her earnest humility. “ It has already taken root in eternity, Dearest. You may be sure o f that. And mine needs plenty o f purging, too, but when and where it must be done, only the d iv in e Husbandman knows.” “ And remember this,” she went on. “ No matter how long that period may be, the thought of your love will bring glory to each day—will be a means of drawing me closer to the Prince o f Glory. Oh, I wonder if any other kind o f love deserves the name o f love !” Both were silent for a while and then he spoke: “ If it comes, it is only temporary— only a change of cir cumstances, not the recalling o f a gift. God may place us in different spheres for a time, but He will not take back the gift of love He has given us. ‘All that lives at all, lives ever,’ you know.” “ Dearest, I know it. I ’m so ashamed that I ever forget it for a moment. Since He gave me eternal life, He has given me so many other things that will live through eternity, that I know I ought to fill the days with joyful
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