And then one night--I suppose it was a piece of driftwood--there rose up out of the sea a little cross that seemed to call to me to stretch out my hand and grasp it, and gird it to my side." He had risen.

"Don't you see," he said.

"It is only by suffering that one can help Him.

It is the sword that He has chosen--by which one day He will conquer the world.

And this is such a splendid opportunity to fight for Him.