Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-05

he had been changed from feature to fea-
ture into 1.-The great stone face"
DIR. Mcclure in his book on Possibilities
tells the story of two young women who
lived In the same home; they were cousins
One slept In a room where she could look
at the picture OF Marie Antoinette. In
the very next room slept the other cousin,
and at the foot OF her bed. made by the
same artist, bought at the same store. was
a picture of Joan OF Arc Each girl at
the opening of her eyes each morning look
ed upon a plcture-one saw Marie Antoin-
cite and the other saw Joan OF Arc. When-
ever the first heard of the time of Louis
XIV, or the time of Marie Antoinette. she
was Interested she read of his viciousness
and vice and foolishness, and her mind
followed the line of Marie Antoinette The
other heard of Joan of Arc, of her purity
and nobility and unselfshness. and when
ever she saw a statue of Joan of Arc or
heard any account OF her she thought OF
that picture that she had seen; the one
who looked upon the picture of Joan of Arc
has become noble. pure and useful wo-
man; the other has become one of the
worst of characters. Constant looking at
two pictures, and dwelling upon the lives
back of the pictures had led two persons to
their destiny; the one upward and the other
downward.
Mills in his Power From on High" tells
similar story concerning the famous Mon
cakszy painting of the Christ. That picture
was being exhibited in Canada at Toronto,
and there came a rough, wicked sailor to
see it. He entered the room at the time OF
day when there were no others there, and
paying his money to the woman who sat
inside of the door. he came In and stood
for moment looking at the canvas, as
though he would glance at 1t and go away.
But as he looked, he could not turn; he
stood there with his eyes fixed on that GEN.
moments he took off his hat and let 1t fall
upon the floor. After a few moments more
he sat down upon a seat, and then he
reached down and picked up the book that
it. Every few seconds his eye would turn
toward the canvas and toward the figure OF
Christ. The lady who sat by the door saw
him lift up his hand and wipe away
some tears Still he sat-five. ten, fifteen,
sixty minutes went by. and still the man
sat there as though he could not stir. At
last he arose and. coming softly and rev.
erently toward the door, he hesitated to
take one last look and said to the woman
who sat there: Madam, am rough,
Christ: have never used His name except
in oath, but have Christian mother,
and my old mother begged me today before
1 went to sea to so and look at the picture
come. and I have come. 1 did not think
that anybody believed in Christ, but as 1
have looked at that form and that face. I
have thought that some man must have be-
lieved in Him, and it has touched me, and
/ have come to believe in Him, too. I am
going out from this time to be believer in
Jesus Christ and follower OF His
For poetic fire look to Dante; for artistic
impulse, to Angelo; for dramatic model, to
Shakespeare. but for the radiant face and
the happy heart look to Jesus Christ Look
to the Christ whose face shines forth from
the pages of the sacred word which throbs
and pulsates with marvellous story of His
life and death. Look to the Christ of nine
teen centuries Of increasingly Christian his
tory Look to the Christ in the lives of
millions of humanity who find their SUI
preme Joy in telling the world that
There is life for look at the cruciied One
There is life at this moment for thee"