Bisbee daily review., 1916-04-09

 of life, and all its maryels of growing trees and flying birds and reasoning men. it was as easy to go one step further, and add the son to the father and to the holy ehost! Even chaos must have been createdi
 Fully satisfied. Rev. Smith Boyd walked into the vestry. and wrote his resignation from the rectorship of Mar ket Square church, for he could no longer teach, and preach, faith-in the thirty-nine articles of religion! With in his grasp he had held a position of wealth. of power, of fame! He scarce ly considered their loss; and in the ease with which he relinquished them, he knew that he was self-absolved from the charge of using his con science as a ladder of ambition. If personal vanity had entered into his desire to build the new cathedral, it had been incidental, not fundamental. It made him profoundly happy to know this with positiveness.
 He called up the house of Jim Sar- gent, and asked for Gail.
 Come over," he invited her. T want to see you very much. I'm in the church Come in through the vestry."
 All right" was the cheerful reply 'I'll be there in a minute"
 He had been very sly! He was tre- mendously pleased with himself! He had kept out of his voice all the long ing, and all the exultation,, and all the love-. He would not trust even one vibration of his secret to a cold tele- phone wire!
 He set the door of the vestry open wide. Within the church, the organist had conquered that bafling run in the mighty prelude of Bach. and the great dim spaces up amid the arches were pulsing in ecstasy with the tremendous harmony Outside. upon the back ground of the celestial strain, there rose a f1uttering, a twittering, coo ing The doves of spring had returned to the vestry yard.
 Just a moment and Gail appeared, poised in the doorway, with filmy pink scarf about her shoulders, sim ple frock of delicate gray upon her slender figure, her brown hair waving about her oval face, faint flush upon her cheeks. her brown eyes sparkling, her red lips smiling up at him.
 He had intended to tell her much. but instead, he folded her in his arms, and she nestled there, content For a long, happy moment they stood, lost to the world of thought; and then she looked up at him, and laugheI.
 q knew it from your voice. she said.
 He laughed with her; then he grew grave, but there was the light of the great happiness in his gravity.
 'J have resigned" he told her.
 That was a part of what she had known.
 And not for mel" she exulted. It was not question. She saw that in him was no doubt. no Quandary, no struggle between faith and disbelief
 'I see my way clearly" he smiled down at her; land there are no thorns to cut for me. shall never change" And we shall walk hand in hand about the greatest work in the world" she softly reminded him, and there were tears in her eyes. But what work shall that be, Ted?" She looked up at him for guidance, now.
 "To shed into other lives some of the beauty which blossoms in our own" he replied. walking with her in to the great dim nave, where the shadows still quivered with the under. echoes of the mighty Bach prelude. "l have been thinking much of the many things you have said to me-" he told her, and particularly of the need, not for a new religion, but for a re-birth of the old; that same new impulse to- wards the better and the higher life which Christ brought into the world. have been thinking on the mission of him, and it was the very mission to the need of which you have held so firmly. He came to clear away the thorns of creed which had grown up between the human heart and God! The brambles have grown again. The time is almost ripe, Gail, for a new quickening of the spirit; for the sec ond coming"
 She glanced at him, startled.
 For a new voice in the wilderness, she wondered
 Not yet" he answered. We have signs in the hearts of men, for there Is a great awakening of the public con science throughout the world; but be fore the day Of harvest arrives, we must have sign in the sky. No great spiritual revival has ever swept the world without its attendant supernat ural phenomena, for mysticism is a part of religion, and will be to the end of time. Reason, by the very nature of itself, realizes it's own limitations and demands something beyond it's un- derstanding upon which to hang it's faith. It is the need of faith which distinguishes the soul from the mind. ,
 "A sign" unused Gail. her eyes aglow with the majesty of the thought.
 Tt will come" he assured her, with the calm prescience of prophecy it. self As m great sniritual revival has