if I could have been the wife of one who was
torn and trampled down, in the streets by the very people----"

But her face, which had been aflame, broke into tears again and her voice
failed her. The old man could not speak, and there was silence for a
moment. Then she recovered herself and said quietly:

"I came to ask you if you could do something for me."

"What is it?"

"You may have heard that John wished me to marry him?"

"Would to God you had done so!"

"That was when everybody was praising him."

"Well?"

"Everybody is abusing him now, and railing at him and insulting him."

"Well?"

"I want to marry him at last if there is a way--if you think it is
possible and can be managed."

"But you say he is a dying man!"

"That's why! When he comes to himself he will be thinking as you think,
that his life has been a failure, and I want somebody to be there and
say: 'It isn't, it is only beginning, it is the grain of mustard seed
that _must_ die, but it will live in the heart of humanity for ages and
ages to come; and I would rather take up your name, injured and insulted
as it is, than win all the glory the world has in it.'"

The tears were coursing down the old man's face, and for some minutes he
did not attempt to speak. Then he said:

"What you propose is quite possible. It will be a canonical marriage, but
it will take some little time to arrange. I must send across to Lambeth
Palace. Toward evening I can go down to where he lies and take the
license with me. Meantime speak to a clergyman and have everything in
readiness."

He walked with Glory down the long corridor to the door, and there he
kissed her on the forehead and said:

"I've long known that a woman can be brave, but meeting you this morning
has taught me something else, my child. Time and again I thought John's
love of you was near to madness. He was ready to give up everything for
it--everything! And he was right! Love like yours is the pearl of pearls,
and he who wins it is a prince of princes!"

* * * * *

Later the same day, when the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his
room, a member of his cabinet brought him an evening paper containing an
article which was making a deep impression in London. It was understood
to be written by a journalist of Jewish extraction:

"'HIS BLOOD BE ON US AND ON OUR CHILDREN.'

"This prediction has been for eighteen hundred years the expression of an
historical