ed by the Christ-principle. And if it doesn't
conform to that standard, it must be rejected."

"Yes. And then he said that he died daily. He did die daily to evil,
to all evil thought--"

"And to the testimony of the physical senses, think you?"

"He must have! For, in proving God to be real, he had to prove the
reports of the five physical senses to be only human beliefs."

"You are right, _chiquita_. He must have known that the corporeal
senses were the only source from which evil came. He must have known
that unless God testified in regard to things, any other testimony was
but carnal belief. This must be so, for God, being infinite mind, is
also infinite intelligence. He knows all things, and knows them
aright--not as the human mind thinks it knows them, twisted and
deformed, but right."

"Of course, Padre. You know now that you see it right. And can't you
_stick_ to it, and prove it?"

"_Chiquita_," he answered, shaking his head again, his words still
voicing a lingering note of doubt, "it may be--the 'I' that I call
myself may be entirely human, unreal, mortal. I make no doubt it is,
for it seems filled to the brim with discordant thoughts. And it will
pass away. And then--then what will be left?"

"Oh, Padre!" she cried, with a trace of exasperation. "Empty yourself
of the wrong thoughts--shut the door against them--don't let them in
any more! Then fill yourself with God's thoughts. Then when the
mortal part fades away, why, the good will be left. And it will be the
right 'you.'"

"But how shall I empty myself, and then fill myself again?"

"Padre!" cried the girl, springing from her chair and stamping her
foot with each word to give it emphasis. "It is love, love, love,
nothing but love! Forget yourself, and love everything and everybody,
the real things and the real bodies! Love God, and good, and good
thoughts! Turn from the bad and the unreal--forget it! Why--"

"Wait, _chiquita_," he interrupted. "A great war is threatening our
country at this very minute. Shall I turn from it and let come what
may?"

She hesitated not. "No! But you can know that war comes only from the
human mind; that it is bad thought externalized; and that God is
peace, and is infinitely greater than such bad thought; and He will
take care of you--if you will let Him!"

"And how do I let Him? By sitting back and folding my hands and
saying, Here am I, Lord, protect me--"

"Oh, Padre dear, you make me ashamed of your fool