A UNIQUE COMMITTEE
him this place; he say don't go any other place, come here and get him nice things, too.”
In her eager, trembling hand was the loved son's letter. “Leave it with us that we may have his address, and we will see that he gets all that he wants.”
Will that mother ever forget?
Two happy, but poorly clad, sailors walked confidently in. Could they have something to keep them warm? Of course they could; all they needed. Who had sent them there? The policeman at the corner of First and Second Streets; he said that was the place to go to.
A little later it was a dear young boy in khaki who entered. “I have a brother in France; I have just received a letter from him. He says he got his sweater here, and tells me to come here for mine, and to be sure to get a pamphlet. Perhaps you wouldn't give me these things if you knew. This isn't our religion; we're not saying much about it to the folks at home.”
One cheerful summer morning the sun on the gilded sign, and the open door, brought in a crazed, nigh insane man.
“What comfort can you give me? Tell me that! My first son was killed, and now my second is dead, too. Already I've had six drinks of whiskey. What comfort can you give me?”
Instantly every woman present remembered that Life is eternal, as one of them said.
“How do you know it?” he inquired.
“Because God is Life.”
“How do you know that?”
“We have proven it.”
“Say it again.”
“God is Life, and therefore Life is eternal.”
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