. My tussle with the devil, and other stories . chair, heglances at the vacant rug at his feet,and, with a sob in his voice, says: Old Boy! No slippers for me to-night by my old faithful. No sound breaks the stillness, andhe gazes forelornly towards his room. Then he sits erect—rigid, forthrough the door comes a dearlyloved figure, head high and bannerwaving in anticipation of Welldone, good and faithful servant, andlove shining in his eyes, and in hismouth—a slipper! With suspended breath the manwatches, and even at the touch ofcold nose upon his hand, remainsrigid. Then, with a cry, he throw
. My tussle with the devil, and other stories . chair, heglances at the vacant rug at his feet,and, with a sob in his voice, says: Old Boy! No slippers for me to-night by my old faithful. No sound breaks the stillness, andhe gazes forelornly towards his room. Then he sits erect—rigid, forthrough the door comes a dearlyloved figure, head high and bannerwaving in anticipation of Welldone, good and faithful servant, andlove shining in his eyes, and in hismouth—a slipper! With suspended breath the manwatches, and even at the touch ofcold nose upon his hand, remainsrigid. Then, with a cry, he throws 98 MY TUSSLE WITH THE DEVIL out his arms to encircle his comrade—only empty air greets him. But at his feet lies—a slipper! In stupefaction he looks at it, andthen around the room. Nothing! Nothing ? No! surely something isstill in the familiar place—somethingwhich is faithful always and remainswhere love keeps the place! A light of understanding breaksover the mans face as he takes theslipper. ^*0h! ye of little faith! Jflotoersf. MmionsLxiti L UST outside of a walledcity there is a field ofwhite—little, delicate, sUmemissaries of peace, waft-ing their messages of healing broad-cast. With a ringing of delicate mu-sical bells, they say:Come with me! Here is joy the walls a lonely watcherin a tower looks and listens. Hidden from view are the tools oftrade. Gazing on the field, he muses on theinfallibility of the law, which withundeviating regularity brings forththe thousands of tiny they are a symbol of some partof that Great Whole—some plan is back of their being!101 102 MY TUSSLE WITH THE DEVIL He looks over the walled city which^he guards, and nowhere is there any-thing which is as wonderful as whatlies outside. Ah! now he knows! Outside is Freedom—with all itsloveliness and fragrance. Outside is Gods World with onlybells, orchestra of rustling leaves andthe waving baton of the trees. Outside all is Peace—Harmony. And what is
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