truth. That the whole Jewish nation, and not Pilate or the
rabble of Jerusalem, killed Jesus is a fact which every Jew has been made
to feel down to the present day. But let the Christian nation that is
without sin toward the Founder of Christianity first cast a stone at the
Jews. If it is true, as Jesus himself said, that he who offers a cup of
cold water to the least of his little ones offers it to him, then it is
also true that he who inflicts torture and death on his followers
crucifies him afresh. The unhappy man who has been miserably murdered in
the slums of Westminster was a follower of Jesus if ever there lived one,
and whosoever the actual persons may be who are guilty of his death, the
true culprit is the Christian nation which has inflicted mockeries and
insults on everybody who has dared to stand alone under the ensign of
Christ.

"Let us not be led away by sneers. This man, whatever his errors, his
weaknesses, his self-delusions, and his many human failings, was a
Christian. He was the prophet of woman in relation to humanity as hardly
any one since Jesus has ever been. And he is hounded out of life. Thus,
after nineteen centuries, Christianity presents the same characteristics
of frightful tyranny which disfigured the old Jewish law. 'We have a law,
and by our law he ought to die.' Such is the sentence still pronounced on
reformers in a country where civil and religious laws are confounded. God
grant the other half of that doom may not also come true--'His blood be
on us and on our children!'"

XV.

There was a crowd of people of all sorts outside the tenement house when
Glory returned to Brown's Square, and even the stairs were thronged with
them. "The nurse!" they whispered as Glory appeared, and they made a way
for her. Aggie was on the landing, wiping her eyes and answering the
questions of strangers, being half afraid of the notoriety her poor room
was achieving and half proud of it.

"The laidy 'as came, Miss Gloria, and she sent me to tell you to wyte
'ere for 'er a minute."

Then putting her head in at the open doer she beckoned and Mrs. Callender
came out.

"Hush! He's coming to. The poor laddie! He's been calling for ye, and
calling and calling. But he thinks ye're in heaven together, seemingly,
so ye must no say anything to shock him. Come your ways in now, and tak'
care, lassie."

John was still wandering, and the light of another world was in his eyes,
but he was smiling, and h