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| - | ====== The Inner Life 1933 ====== | + | ====== The Inner Life ====== |
| - | “Don’t hurry,” said the little cripple. “I know you must have | + | == THE HERALD OF THE NEW AGE | DECEMBER 1934 == |
| - | lots to do, so many lives to bless, so many people to make glad, | + | ---- |
| - | but if you’ll only wait till father comes, I know he’ll get the | + | |
| - | blessing too.” | + | |
| - | The stranger mumbled something with a laugh, but the child | ||
| - | was too intense to hear. His little hands were clasped, he was | ||
| - | praying inwardly to keep his guest. | ||
| - | A footstep sounded in the wood. The man sprang | + | <WRAP justify> |
| - | grabbed something into his pocket and rustled like one demented | + | “Don’t hurry,” said the little cripple. “I know you must have lots to do, so many lives to bless, so many people to make glad, but if you’ll only wait till father comes, I know he’ll get the blessing too.” |
| - | out of the house. | + | |
| - | The wind blew in with cruel sharpness. The night outside | + | The stranger mumbled something |
| - | was black as pitch. | + | |
| - | The child stood on the doorstep calling loudly, but the man | + | A footstep sounded in the wood. The man sprang to his feet, grabbed something into his pocket and rustled like one demented out of the house. |
| - | had vanished from his sight. | + | |
| - | “And he never took the gifts I would have given him,” he said | + | The wind blew in with cruel sharpness. The night outside was black as pitch. |
| - | slowly. “But I am happy, oh, so happy, that he came.” | + | |
| - | THE years passed | + | The child stood on the doorstep calling loudly, but the man had vanished from his sight. |
| - | unspoken joy. The memory of the Christmas Guest, who | + | |
| - | came too soon, still lived and breathed in Oscar’s consciousness. | + | |
| - | Since that eventful night, | + | “And he never took the gifts I would have given him,” he said slowly. “But I am happy, oh, so happy, that he came.” |
| - | somehow lost its loneliness. A sweet and lovely something had | + | |
| - | fallen like a halo round about the walls. | + | |
| - | In his own mind the cripple smiled; vaguely he knew it was | + | THE years passed on, not weary years, but glad years full of unspoken joy. The memory |
| - | the aura of the guest. | + | |
| - | He did not pray now for his healing. He did not even pray | + | Since that eventful night, the cottage built amid the pines had somehow lost its loneliness. A sweet and lovely something had fallen like a halo round about the walls. |
| - | that the guest would come again. He lived in the sweet con- | + | |
| - | sciousness | + | In his own mind the cripple smiled; vaguely he knew it was the aura of the guest. |
| - | that all is well. He served his father faithfully in the little things | + | |
| - | that he could do around the home, and when the day was over he | + | He did not pray now for his healing. He did not even pray that the guest would come again. He lived in the sweet consciousness |
| - | would sit beneath the pines. Few people passed the lonely house, | + | |
| - | and few if any stopped to talk. For it seemed to them like | + | Christmas had come again. Oscar loved Christmas: it brought to him a deeper memory of his guest. |
| - | sacrilege to break upon the restful stillness which touched them | + | </ |
| - | like a benediction from a healing angel’s hand. | + | |
| - | Christmas had come again. Oscar loved Christmas: it brought | ||
| - | to him a deeper memory of his guest. | ||
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| - | The Christmas Guest 3 | ||
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