lders, but upon the Christ for whom she was now called to
witness. To see, or permit the world to see, this mountainous error,
this heaped-up evil, as real and having power, meant a denial of the
Christ and utter defeat. It meant a weary retracing of her own steps,
and a long night of spiritual darkness to those whose eyes had been
upon her.

"Sidney," she said, turning to the sunken boy at her side, "you are
right, the old man _is_ gone. And now we are going to create 'new
heavens and a new earth, and the former shall not be remembered nor
come into mind'--as thought. Underneath are the everlasting arms, and
you have sunk down, down, down, until at last you rest upon them, and
you find that you haven't sunk at all, and that you couldn't possibly
get away from that infinite Love that is always drawing you to
itself!"

She put her arm again about the lad, and drew him toward her. "Listen,
Sidney dear, I am standing with you--and with me is omnipotent God!
His arm is not shortened, that it can not save you from the pit of
spiritual oblivion into which human thought would seem to make you
think you had fallen, engulfed by the senses."

The boy raised his head and looked at her through his bloodshot eyes.
"You don't know!" he whispered hoarsely; "you don't understand--"

"It is just because I _do_ understand, Sidney, that I am able to help
you," she interrupted quickly. "I understand it all."

"It--it isn't only whiskey--it's--" his head sank again--"it's--morphine!
And--God! it's got me!"

"It's got the false thought that seems to call itself 'you,'" she
said. "Well, let it have it! They belong together. Let them go. We'll
cling to them no longer, but shake them off for good. For good, I
said, Sidney--and that means, for _God_!"

"God?" he echoed. "I know no God! If there were a God, I shouldn't be
where I am now."

"Then I will know it for you," she softly answered. "And you are now
right where you belong, in Him. And His love is about you."

"Love!" He laughed bitterly. "Love! I never knew what it meant. My
parents didn't teach it to their children. And when I tried to learn,
my father kicked me into the street!"

"Then, Sidney, I'll teach you. For I am in the world just to show what
love will do."

"My father--it's his fault--all his fault!" cried the boy, flaring up
and struggling to rise. "God! I hate him--hate him! It's his fault
that I'm a sot and a drug fiend!"

"It is hate, Sidney, that manifests i