truly a man of God! A MAN not God! A MAN not to sit in God's place
in judgment upon his fellow sinners, but to show them God, their Father.

Barry thought of the frequent rebukes he had administered to the
officers and men for what he considered to be their sins. He groaned
aloud.

"God will forgive me, I know," he said. "But will they?"

He tried to recall what the burden of his message to his battalion
had been during these past months, but to him there came no clear and
distinct memory of aught but warnings and denunciations, with reference
to what he judged to be faulty in their conduct. To-day it seemed to him
both sad and terrible.

How had he so failed and so misconceived the Master's plain teaching? He
moved among sinners all His days, not with denunciations in His heart or
voice, but only with pity and love.

"Be not anxious," He had said. "Consider the birds of the air. Not
one of them falleth to the ground without your Father. How much more
precious are you than the birds."

What a message for men going up to face the terrors and perils of the
front line. "Be not anxious!"

"I was afraid," his father had said to him. That to him was
inconceivable. That that gallant spirit should know terror seemed to
him impossible. Yet even he had said, "I was afraid." And for the
loneliness, what a message he now had. In their loneliness men cried out
for the presence of a friend, and the Master had said:

"When ye pray, pray to your Father. Your Father knoweth. When ye pray,
say, 'Our Father'!" And he had missed all this. What a mess he had made
of his work! How sadly misread his Master's teaching and misinterpreted
his Master's spirit!

Barry looked down upon the grave at his feet.

"But you knew, dad, you knew!" he whispered.

For the first time since he had become a chaplain, he thought of his
work with gratitude and eagerness. He longed to see his men again. He
had something to tell them. It was this: that God to them was like their
fathers, their mothers, their brothers, their friends; only infinitely
more loving, and without their faults.

With his head high and his feet light upon the earth, he returned to the
R. A. M. C. Hospital, where he found Harry Hobbs, with his handbag and a
letter from his O. C.

"Take a few days off," said the O. C. "We all sympathise with you.
We miss you and shall be glad to see you, but take a few days now for
yourself."

Barry was greatly touched, but he had only one