ever known. "Love God!" he had cried in
tones that have echoed through the centuries. "Love thy neighbor!"
Aye, love everything, everybody! Apply the Principle of principles,
Love, to every task, every problem, every situation, every condition!
For what is the Christ-principle but Love? All things are possible to
him who loves, for Love casteth out fear, the root of every discord.
Men ask why God remains hidden from them, why their understanding of
Him is dim. They forget that God is Love. They forget that to know Him
they must first love their fellow-men. And so the world goes
sorrowfully on, hating, cheating, grasping, abusing; still wondering
dully why men droop and stumble, why they consume with disease, and,
with the despairing conviction that God is unknowable, sinking at last
into oblivion.

Jose, if he knew aught, knew that Carmen greatly loved--loved all
things deeply and tenderly as reflections of her immanent God. She had
loved the hideous monster that had crept toward her as she sat
unguarded on the lake's rim. Unguarded? Not so, for the arms of Love
were there about her. She had loved God--good--with unshaken fealty
when Rosendo lay stricken. She had known that Love could not manifest
in death when he himself had been dragged from the lake that burning
afternoon a few weeks before.

"God is the rule, isn't He, Padre dear?" The child's unexampled eyes
glowed like burning coals. "And we can prove Him, too," she continued
confidently.

_Prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open
you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing that there
shall not be room enough to receive it._

Prove Him, O man, that He is Love, and that Love, casting out hate and
fear, solves life's every problem! But first--_Bring ye all the tithes
into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house._ Bring your
whole confidence, your trust, your knowledge of the allness of good,
and the nothingness of evil. Bring, too, your every earthly hope,
every mad ambition, every corroding fear, and carnal belief; lay them
down at the doorway of mine storehouse, and behold their nothingness!

As Carmen approached her simple algebraic problems Jose saw the
working of a rule infinite in its adaptation. She knew not what the
answers should be, yet she took up each problem with supreme
confidence, knowing that she possessed and rightly understood the rule
for correctly solving it. She knew that speculation regar