that seems dead would bear witness, saying: As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be! But ye've already set before me a lordly dish, and the tongue of the Psalmist himself would want for wairds wherewith to give thanks to thee, and to thy sairvants the seer of the stars and the keeper of the books, and to the disciple who showed the way. Amen and amen." When Henry raised his head and looked at old Arthur, he was not surprised to find tears on the ruddy cheeks, for the strong voice had broken a little toward the end of the prayer. His own throat was a bit trembly, but his heart was filled with a deep content. Even the stolid third-born seemed awed, and the librarian took Arthur's arm as they went to the door.

Arthur, who always walked with decision, was the first to reach the steps. He was about to put on his cap, but arrested the motion and stood stock still. The rest came out quickly and followed his gaze to the western sky.

A great gray cloud, hemmed with brilliant orange, screened the sun. Away in the distance the Blue Mountains drew a broad band of purple, touched at the upper edge with the golden sift of a gathering sunset. The river, which melted into the mists of the south after meandering about the broad valley, flashed in the open spaces, throwing into contrast the shadows of the darkening woods and fields. The nearer trees and shrubs were motionless with the tense expectancy nature seems to feel when a storm or a sunset is assembling.

Arthur strode down the steps and over to a flag-pole close by. As he reached it, a bright spot in the center of the cloud opened; a great shaft of sunlight shot through, and there ap peared distinctly a white farm-house half hidden by trees and surrounded by pasture land in which black and white cows grazed homeward.

"Stand still," cried Arthur, "and consider the wondrous wairks of God.' Look now. See the tidy home. There'd be a man toilin' somewhere in the fields, and a wee bairn playin' about the doorstep, and the good woman devisin' a savory dish for supper. Look!-ye can see the smoke curlin' upward. 'Tis an altar that finds favor in the sight of God and an incense that delights his nostrils. 'Tis the fulfillment of the plan of all the years-a free man on his own soil and a bairn whose future who can tell! Look ye what a heritage to hold; aye, and consider the price that bought it."

He paused a moment to gaze at the great cloud.

• Ye'll mind, Father, the manner of my own comin' over. The land was fair in County Down, and the heart of a neighbor moved toward ye; for the same heaviness was on the backs of all, and the same chill in the loins when the eyes fell on the growin' bairns in the dooryard. 'Twas like a plant that comes up each year in barren ground; while the buds give promise, the flowers grow sere and droop before their time. But 'twas home. The mother was there, and ye'll recall the dog McTague that I taught to bow his head when we said the blessin', and how he got so old we'd have to tell him when it was said. And one day I had a letter from Paddy McGuire, who'd come out the year before, sayin' that in the new land no man need struggle forever up a sandy way, nor be the threadbare spinner of the trappin's and trumperies of a thousand years. Ye'll mind, Father, as I stomped homeward in the evenin' with the letter fair cryin' out to me, ye took the stout colors and splashed them on the sky, and through a cloud like the Rock of Ages ye struck a shaft of light that pointed, as yonder one does, to the west. I made up me mind.

"Lord God, ye've seen the stream of yearnin' souls leave hearthstones hallowed by the memories of little feet and sanctified by the struggle together against the stiff-necked generations of privilege and plenty; and ye know the tug backward on the heartstrings in the wakeful nights when the triflin' things of the auld home broke the spirit to tears, and the inscrutable way ahead raised up fearful forebodin's. Aye, there was no support then but the one God of a man's extremity. And when the floodgates opened and the whole of the heart's burden was poured out, ye filled the void with the peace that passeth all understandin' and the courage of the lion which turns not away from any one.

""Twas a wondrous plan. In the mornin' of mankind's awakenin', when the yearnin' to live his own way was stirrin' to birth, ye walked among the habitations of the lowly in all

the lands, and ye whispered a waird to the vairgin minds that longed for a new life. Ye sent a stout heart as a forerunner on the unknown seas. The shepherds on the hills haird the glad tidin's, and the spirits in the bondage of their fathers' sins knew the day of their deliverance was at hand. Ye set yer star in the west as a guide for those who would offer the frankincense and myrrh of toil and struggle as a gift at the cradle of liberty. Strong hearts forsook father and mother and sister and brother to go forth into a strange land and weave the Sairmon on the Mount into the wairks of men. Ye tried them with the cup of bitterness in the Gethsemane of Valley Forge, and the crown of thorns was pressed on the land that thy sairvant Lincoln might establish the law for even the lowliest.

"See!-the shaft of light moves to the west! There's another home, and another, and another! Look! there's a school-house for all the bairns! And there's a kirk; aye, two! three! See the stretch of fields that were wrested from the wilderness by faith in God and in two arms and a back, and in the woman that walked beside, and that have yielded their harvest to the man who tilled them!

"Praise God, liberty rose again! Aye, praise God, it rose again, and the star still shines above us! Woe betide the stiffnecked breed within or without the land that reaches to cast it down! 'Tis the token of the Lord God Almighty himself!" "The Lord God Almighty?" asked a voice. "Who is he?" Henry wheeled. The debonair Professor of Philosophy stood in his class-room pose of cynical daring, and smiled the smile that Henry hated-the smile that seemed to say, "You see, I am not afraid of the lightning."

Arthur's legs stiffened. "Man," he asked, "did I hear ye aright?"

"I think so," said the philosopher. "I asked who this God is that you are talking about?"

The lightning struck. Arthur's right hand grasped the philosopher's coat collar.

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Get down on yer knees," he said, pressing him earthward, "for the ground on which ye stand is holy ground." Henry thrilled with joy, and the librarian's benign face beamed with an ineffable bliss.

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The philosopher squirmed like a squirrel in a bear trap. Let me up!" he cried, indignantly. "You don't know who I am!" "I do that!" Arthur affirmed. "I know yer kind. Yer name is Legion; yer soul cherishes no wairk that ye've hallowed with yer own sweat, and yer heart cleaves to no country that ye've enriched with a sacrifice. You and yer kind are dry reeds that clack together in the south wind, but when the storm breaks scatter like chaff. In war time ye kick the shins of the burdenbearers, and in peace time ye sow tares where the husbandmen plow and plant. Keep still! I've seen ye do it! Ye stood hard by and puffed yerself when the seer which the keeper of the books told about drank the hemlock. Ye cast lots on Calvary, and ye've lurked in every crowd that stoned a saint or mocked a hoary head. Ye follow the ways of a cat, but the faith of a dog is beyond yer understandin'. Do I know who ye are? Aye, the wairld has known ye since Noah built the ark. And the end of all of ye has been a patter of excuses and an empty sigh. Ye asked me who the Lord God Almighty is. Ye asked to scoff. There'll come a day, man, when ye'll ask in anguish. I pray the Father that in his infinite maircy he'll hear yer cry and come to ye. Say Amen' to that."

A silence.

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Ye haird me," said Arthur.

Amen," said the philosopher, grudgingly.

Now go yer way. Come, Jake Schwenck, we'll take the lad his lodgin'-house. Then go you home on the train. 'Tis twenty-odd miles, but I'll walk."

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[Those who are using the weekly outline should not attempt to cover the whole of an outline in any one lesson or study. Assign for one lesson selected questions, one or two propositions for discussion, and only such words as are found in the material assigned. Or distribute selected questions among different members of the class or group and have them report their findings to all when assembled. Then have all discuss the questions together.]

I-INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS

A. Topic: No Peace with a Hohenzollernized Germany; A Proposal to Condone Germany's Crime; The Ghost of Murdered Belgium; Political Changes in Germany.

Reference: Editorial, pages 575, 576; also 569, 570.

Questions:

1. The Outlook calls Senator Stone's proposal "preposterous," "immoral," and "pro-German." For what reasons? 2. Can you set forth in an unbiased and historical way the causes of this war? 3. Compare your own explanation of the course of events leading to the invasion of Belgium with that of the Kaiser's (page 569). 4. The Outlook believes we cannot honorably make peace with the present German Government or with the people of Germany so long as they believe in their present Government, and it also believes that there can be no peace until the power that now rules Germany is utterly done away with (pages 575-6). How destroy that power? By a military victory over Germany or by appeal to revolutionary forces within her? How change the attitude of the German people when it is impossible to get into Germany? Explain how Germany is to get rid of the Hohenzollerns, the Prussian Junkers, the militarists, and the preachers and professors who have made German national thought and life what they are. 5. Do you believe Germany can be trusted? Upon what do base answer? 6. Do you you your think the Germans believe Germany is politically infallible? Give several reasons. 7. Are you willing to help pay the price of un-Hohenzollernizing Germany? 8. Upon what terms would you make with peace

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Germany? (Note. The following references will throw considerable light upon the questions asked in this part of the outline: "The Stakes of Diplomacy," by Lippmann, Chapter XVI; Germany vs. Civilization," by Thayer; "A History of the Great War," by Doyle, Chapter I; "Speaking of Prussians," by Cobb; "America and the Great War for Humanity and Freedom," by Johnson; "Modern European History," by Hazen, pages 608-618.) B. Topic: The Menace of the GermanLanguage Press. Reference: Pages 579-581. Questions:

1. After reading this article, state what ideas and principles are championed by the German-language press. 2. Do you think the German-American editors are doing work acceptable to William II? 3. Compare their ideas with those of German editors, teachers, and preachers. 4. Discuss Mr. Hagedorn's statement: "Any paper which, at this time, is not

actively against Germany is for Germany."

5. What is your personal feeling after reading this article? 6. Do you think this article should be sent to the President and to the members of Congress? (Read the following on Germany's educational and publicity methods: "The Land of Deepening Shadow," by Curtin; "Germanism from Within," by McLaren; "Seven Years in Vienna," Houghton Mifflin Company, author's -name not given; "Ordeal by Battle," by Oliver, pages 113-166.) C. Topic: On the Battle-Lines. Reference: Page 570. Questions:

1. Do you understand how a modern army makes attacks and repulses counterattacks? 2. Describe the construction and

employment of "tanks' in the present war. 3. What else would you like to know about modern warfare? (The following are well worth reading: "Italy, France, and Britain at War," by Wells; "At the War," by Northcliffe; "A History of the Great War," by Doyle.)

II-FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Topic: Russia Upside Down; Russia's Future; Political Changes in Russia. Reference: Pages 569, 570, 584-589. Questions:

1. Is Mr. Mason's article on Russia an argument for despotism as against selfgovernment? Has democracy proved itself capable of handling great issues? 2. What are some of the fundamentally necessary things to insure order and stability in a democracy? 3. What insight into Russian character does Mr. Mason give us? 4. From this article describe the attitude of Russian soldiers. Of Russian workingmen. 5. In what respects is Russia like Mexico? Unlike Mexico? 6. What is meant by the Russian people and the Russian Government? 7. Comment on Russia's future. (It will greatly pay you to read the following valuable books: "The People's Government," by Hill; "Americanism-What It Is," by Hill; "Are We Capable of Self-Government?" by Noxon; "The Stakes of Diplomacy," by Lippmann; and "Freedom and Responsibility," by Hadley.)

III-PROPOSITIONS FOR DISCUSSION (These propositions are suggested directly or indirectly by the subject-matter of The Outlook, but not discussed in it.)

1. America's best interest demands the suppression of the German-American papers. 2. It is impossible to discover the will of any great nation. 3. Our diplomacy has served our National needs exceptionally well. 4. The President is the real war-making power in the United States.

IV-VOCABULARY BUILDING

(All of the following words and expressions are found in The Outlook for August 15, 1917. After looking them up in the dictionary or elsewhere, give their meaning in your own words.)

Vernacular, credulity, envoys, reprisals, par excellence, hifalutin, egregious, grotesque, absurd, innuendoes, cataclysm, effervescent.

All My Success
I Owe to
My Mother

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LA CHAPELLE STATION

BY ALBERT S. HILDEBRAND

[The writer, who was formerly librarian of the Yale Club in New York City, has been driving an ambulance for the American Ambulance Hospital in France for the past six months.-THE EDITORS.]

No traveler has ever written of La Chapelle station in Paris. It is merely a freight station, remarkable for its dinginess. The strange little French freight cars-"goods vans" they call them in England, to distinguish them from regular. freight cars once bumped into the yard and were unloaded into sheds and wagons. But now the war has changed all that, and this station of La Chapelle is one of the fascinating sights of France-a sight of horrible fascination, for the big shed has been transformed into a receiving hospital, and the trains of wounded come ļ in at night to unload their freight. Imagine merely an ordinary freight shed, somber enough at all times, but now solemn as a haunted wood at night. Inside the shed a long white temporary building has been put up, not quite touching the walls or the roof, with a dim room inside where there are racks in long rows to hold the stretchers. Bowls and spoons are stacked up on neat little shelves here and there; there are flowers in places and nurses in attendance, but nothing seems to mitigate the dreary aspect of the long rows of stretcher racks, which look so forlorn when they are empty, and so much more forlorn when they are full. At night the place is very quiet, and filled with shadows from the pale are lamps that swing in the wind. I don't know what goes on there during the day, and it doesn't matter-the wounded come in at night. When a train is announced, La Chapelle becomes active; there is ringing of bells in various distant quarters of the city, and a tumbling out of bed of ambulance-drivers.

The ambulances come from all directions, rumbling through the still streets: a convoy from the American Ambulance at Neuilly, a convoy from the Canadian Society (driven by girls, these cars), a convoy of French cars, a car or two from the Spanish Hospital-they all flock to La Chapelle, and, ambling in the dim gateway under the arc lamps, draw up in ranks in the shed outside. It's a remarkable shed, this where the cars wait-very hot and stuffy in the summer and intensely cold in winter. So the drivers wait, fanning themselves or stamping their freezing feet, as the case may be, until the train pulls in. The American Ambulance men unload the cars. There are sixteen men in a car, usually all bandaged and trussed up in one manner or another, some whimpering with pain and fatigue, some sitting up to crack jokes, some lying terribly still, with faces and limp hands like wax. They are all loaded into stretchers and carried out. There is always one man in a car who asks if we are Americans, and, hearing that we are, there is a smile for us from every bed. Often a man will have shrapnel holes in his face and cannot smile, but he distorts his swollen countenance into what he means to be a smile, or a flash of friendliness replaces for an instant the fever in his eyes. Easy," they'll say, "oh, easy now. Lift that leg up, will you, some one? Under the knee-there-that's it. Pardon me, but if I can put my arm around your shoulders I can lift better. There! There we are! Now