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kind ? And didst Thou not die for the
whole human race? Stretch out
Thine arms toward me. There is
something I would fain ask of Thee.
Ah! they have nailed Thy
arms to the Crossso that Thou canst
not stretch out a finger toward us.
Shuddering, I fix my eyes on -the
corpse-like face and see that He- has
died long ago, that He is nothing
other than a puppet. Christ, it Is no
longer Thee to whom we pray. Look
there! Look there! It is he. The
new patron saint of a Christian State!
Look there! It is he, the gre.at
Djengis Khan. Of him we know that
he swept through the historyof the
world with fire and sword, and piled
up pyramids of skulls.
Yes, that is he. Let us heap up
mountains of human heads, ana pfle
up heaps of human entrails. Great
Djengis Khan! Thou, our patron
saint! Do thou bless us! Pray to
thy blood-drenched father seated
above the skies of Asia, that he may
sweep with us through the clouds;
that he may strike down that accurs
ed nation till it writhes in its blood,
till it never can rise again. A red
mist swims before my eyes. Of a sud
den I see nothing but blood before
me. The heavens have opened, and
the red flood pours in through the
windows. Blood wells up on the
altar. The walls run blood from, the
ceiling to the floor, and God the
Father steps out of the blood.
Every scale of his skin stands erect,
his beard and hair drip blood. A
giant of blood stands before me. He
seats himself backward on the altar,
and is laughing from thick, coarse
lips there sits the King. -of Da
homey and butchers his slaves.
The black executioner raises his
sword and whirls it above my head.
Another moment and my head will
roll down on the floor another mo
ment and the red jet wfll spurt from
my neck. Murderers, murder
ers! None other than murderers!
, Lord God in Heaven I
The church door opens creaking
Light, air and blue of heaven, burst
I draw a breath of relief. We have
risen to our feet, and at length pass
out of the twilight into open air.
My knees are stfll trembling under
We fall into line, and in our hab
nailed boots tramp in step down the
.street toward the barracks. When I
see my mates marching beside me in'
their matter-of-fact and stolid way, I
feel ashamed, and call myself a
What a weak-nerved, hysterical
Breed thai; can no longer look at
bloM without fainting! You neu
rasthenic offspring of your sturdy
peasant forbears, who shouted for
joy whenthey went out to fight!.
I pull myself together and throw
my; head back.
f never was a coward, and eye for
eye, I have always looked my man
in the face, and will do so this time,
too, happen what may.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
BY COD'S GRACE, SLAUGHTER
"By the grace of God, we, Nicholas
II, emperor and autocrat of all the
Hussias, King of Poland, Grand Duke
of Finland, etc., believe unshakably
that all our faithful subjects will rise
wfth unanimity and devotion for the
defense of Russian soil."
"By the grace of God, we, Wilhelm
n, King of Prussia, emperor of Ger
many, etc., call upon all our faithful
subjects to rise united in defense of
the beloved Fatherland."
Then, Nicholas invades the Father
land and Wilhelm invades "all the
Then, tens of thousands of faithful
subjects in the prime of life are
slaughtered. Then, millions of wo
men and children weep and go hun
gry. Tien, the fields are uncultivated
and what was civilization becomes a
But the risk that crowned heads
take is not "by the grace of God."