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g sent to prison, and that this inconvenient ex- soldier should be caged up somewhere."I am going down to Esher for the week-end. I think I may be able to do something." The rolling forehead and the emphatic chin became more aggressive. "I don't like this delay. Now, can you assure me--?" Beal glanced at the clock. "I'm sorry; I am due at my hospital at half-past two. But, tell me, what do you mean--exactly--by delay?" "Nothing is being done." "It is
"I love God and every little child."CHAPTER II. THE CHILD'S TRIBUTE TO THE MOTHER. A good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters.--English Proverb. The first poet, the first priest, was the first mother.The first empire was a woman and her children.--_O. T. Mason_. When society, under the guidance of the "fathers of the church," wentalmost to destruction in the dark ages, it was the "mothers of thepeople" who saved it and set it going on the new right
scientific women and teachers, who have been thoroughly successful in the work they have undertaken, though it has not been that which has usually fallen to the lot of women?At the time of writing these words, the largest congregation in London is mourning the loss of a woman who, Sunday by Sunday, gathered together eight hundred members of a Young Woman's Bible Class, to listen while she spoke to them of things pertaining to their present and eternal welfare. And who is there but would
agreed."I'll give ya three bucks for it," said the junk man to theoffice manager. Stewardship A wise man approached three young men standing around idly."Here is a coin worth a hundred dollars," the wise man said to thefirst youth. "What should I do with it?" "Give it to me," he said at once. "Rather than reward such selfishness and greed," responded thewise man, "it would be better to throw the money into the sea." Andwith this, the
ey have eaten the small body by now, and enjoyed it. Always worms enjoy a body to eat.And also the Devil rejoiced. And I rejoiced with the Devil. They are more pitiable, I insist, than I and my sand and barrenness--the mother whose life is involved in divorces and fights, and the worms eating at the child's body, and the wooden headstone which will presently decay. And so the Devil and I rejoice. But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried-up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the