rn  in its lair s o ts of trumpet o t. ttered in an instant uous peace. t day bles of ion, fled before terror and huddled under a mane of hair.

    As  lauge  more strongly trumpet blast, and, not daring to lift urned aside and gazed, as o tangled sten  and flooded . If so  orn and trampled upon  boyis c poetry? tails of ank under rils. t-coated packet of pictures ures and by s ters ten in ty confession and carried secretly for days and days only to t among t come upon tly. Mad! Mad! as it possible  broke out upon hin his brain.

    ried to raise s abject pooo far from oo great and stern and too pure and   ood near Emma in a  and kissed the elbow of her sleeve.

    In tender lucid evening sky, a cloud drifting oget y t   offended y is not like earty, dangerous to look upon, but like tar o ts:

    -- take ep is a beautiful evening no loves anot. take ogetogets will love eacher.

    t lig filtered t blind and t of oucicks upon tar t gleamed like ttle-worn mail armour of angels.

    Rain  er ain tops. All life ter of ty days and forty nigill ters covered th.

    It mig?

    -- s soul and opened its mout any limits - aken, my dear little brot Jesus, from ter, fourteent. Amen.

    took a cc ane and, s dial for a moment in silence, placed it silently before able.

    o speak in a quiet tone.

    -- Adam and Eve, my dear boys,  parents, and you  ted by God in order t ts in  vacant by t be filled again. Lucifer, old,  and mig  of t of o   say. t it  c