I tell you that our own country, even, may bite the dust--a conqueror's hand lay heavy upon her throat; and yet, no matter.
Through the valley of fire and blood and pestilence--one must pass through these to the great white land." "Amen!" David Ross cried fervently.

"The gift is upon you to-day, Aaron.

Amen!" The two stood together for a moment, speechless, carried away out of themselves.

Then the door was suddenly opened.

The woman stood there, sour and withered; behind her, a hard-featured man, official, malevolent.
"We are for the streets!" the woman exclaimed harshly.