h her! In a brief aspiration
she uplifted her soul to the beloved dead, and as she further unrolled
the manuscript her eye fell on the words: "Love your enemies; bless them
that curse you, and do good to them that hate you." No, she could not do
this; this seemed to her to be too much to ask; even Andreas had not
attained to this; and yet it must be good and lovely, if only because it
helped to cement the peace for which she longed more fervently than for
any other blessing.

Next she read: "For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged," and
she shuddered as she thought of the future fate of the man who had by
treachery brought murder and death on an industrious and flourishing city
as a punishment for the light words and jests of a few mockers, and the
disappointment he had suffered from an insignificant girl.

But then, again, she breathed more freely, for she read: "Ask, and it
shall be given unto you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be
opened." Could there be a more precious promise? And to her, she felt, it
was already fulfilled; for her trembling finger had, as it were, but just
touched the door, and, to! it stood open before her, and that which she
had so long sought she had now found. But it was quite natural that it
should be so, for the God of the Christians loved those who turned to him
as His own children. Here it was written why those who asked should
receive, and those who sought should find: "For what man is there of you
whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?"

If it were only as a peacemaker, she was already a child of Him who had
asked this, and she might look for none but good gifts from Him. And what
was commanded immediately after seemed to her so simple, so easy to obey,
and yet so wise. She thought it over a little, and saw that in this
precept--of which it was said that it was all the law and the
prophets--there was in fact a rule which, if it were obeyed, must keep
all mankind guiltless, and make every one happy. These words, she
thought, should be written over every door and on every heart, as the
winged sun was placed over every Egyptian temple gate, so that no one
should ever forget them for an instant. She herself would bear them in
mind, and she repeated them to herself in an undertone, "Whatsoever ye
would that men should do unto you, even so do unto them." Her eye
wandered to the window and out to the stadium. How happy might the world
be under a soverei