The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1920-12-08
By Winston Churchill.

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<( A to the political side Of
"a IT, which is socislism-so
Afar as i can see. II there
10 any other side. have never
been able to discover it. 1t seems
70 me they should be Socialists
The brotherhood of man. co-opera-
ttop--ali that Is Socialism, isn't It?
It's opposed to the principle of the
survival OF the fittest. which so
many Of these so-called Christians
practice.
'I used to think. when i came
back from Paris. that / was a So
cialist. and j went to a lot OF their
meetings In New York, and to lee
lures But after a while l saw
there was something in Socialism
that didn't appeal TO me. something
smothering-a forced cooperation
that did not leave one free.
A GENEROUS TRIBUTE.
IL wanted to be free, I've been
she exclaimed passionately, and
was silent an instant, inspecting
him. perhaps j owe you an apol-
osy for speaking a. l did before a
ciergyman--especially before an
honest one"
He passed over the qualification
with a characteristic smile.
IL have hurt you" she exclaimed.
II am sorry"
He collected himself.
ut il not you who have hurt me,
he replied. reflections on the con-
tradictions and imperfections of
life are always painful. And since
have been here I have seen a
great deal or your father
you are fond of him
YES" he answered slowly, Il am
fond OF him. He has shown me a
eide of himself, perhaps, that other
men have not seen-and he is very
lonely"
Surely. in preaching as YOU did
this morning against matcrialism,
tndividualism, absorption in the
pursuit OF wealth, you must have
had my father in mind a. the gu
prcme example. And yet he lis
,ened to you as serenely as though
ne had never practlsed any Of these
taing9!
THE REASON WHY.
Can't you feel that you are an
hat might be put TO great uses"
1Nat viii be because you are open
lHiuded because there t. room in
vow for growth and change
Troddec. IS he looked ut her, had
= lash Of fierce resentment that
row, OF all times. she should sud-
denly have flung herself across his
path. For she vas to be reckoned
With, WHY did he not tell her she
was an ogotist" Why didn't he
speak out. defend his faith. de-
nounce her views a. prejudiced and
false?"
Have made you angry" he
heard her say. 81 am sorry"
u was tho hint of rcproacH in her
tone to which tho man i'll him in
stantl; responed. And what no
saw now WIS his portrait she had
painted. The thought came to him:
Was he greater. more vital than the
religion he professed? God forbid.
Did he ring true, ana it false?
She returned his gaze. And grad
ually, under her clear olive skin, he
saw the crimson color mounting
higher She put forth
her hand simply, naturally. and
pressed his own. as though they
had been friends for a lifetime.
CHAPTER ".
The Messenger In the Church.
The anrua! scource OF summer
had dcsconded pitilessly upon the
city once more, CncrVating. depress-
ing. stsgnating, and people moved
lancuidl% in tho penetrating heat
that steamed from the pores IF tho
surrounding river bottoms.
Tire rector Of st. Johns realized
that a CRISIS had come in his life.
2 crisis she had tried TO slave Oft in
vain.
Day by day the storm increased,
until from q cloud. on the horizon
Il grew into a soul-shaking tom
pest. Profoundly moved 81 he had
been on that Sunday afternoon in
Eldon PARIS garden, ne had reso-
iutely resolved to thrust the woman
and the incident from his mind, to