he saw the hand write the three words: _Numbered,
weighed, divided_. She saw the wonder of the King and the curiosity of
his friends. God only, who sent the omen, explained it, and all which
Daniel under His direction uttered, explaining it, was fulfilled.

Egypt had reconstructed in Margaret's mind the proper proportion of time
as applied to the history and evolution of the world's civilization. The
deeds and the victories of Cyrus, the grandson of Nebuchadnezzar, were
not mythical deeds because they belonged to a mythical and lost age. In
Egypt they had seemed to her legends of a comparatively late date.
Darius, the Mede, to whom Biblical authority awards the succession of the
kingdom of the vanquished and slain Belshazzar, was removed by almost a
thousand years from the world which had known the gentle King, the
youthful Pharaoh, who loved not war, and whose God was the Prince of
Peace.

As compared to Michael's beloved Akhnaton Belshazzar was a mere modern.
Almost one thousand years before the impious King had reigned over
Babylon Akhnaton had told the Egyptian people of the unspeakable goodness
and loving-kindness of God, he had preached a religion which was to
abolish all wars, which was to unite all nations under the banner of
universal brotherhood.

The Biblical handwriting on the wall had come into her thoughts for a
good purpose. The vision of it had been sent to prove to her that such
things had happened in the world before, and that there was no reason to
believe that they had not often happened since. God works in a
mysterious way, His wonders to perform.

Her fight against her desire to believe had been solely on Freddy's
account. He had so intensely disliked her interest in occultism that for
his sake she had struggled faithfully to subdue it. Now she knew that
she could no longer ignore the influence which had entered into her life
in this strange manner, not understood by her material self. She
possessed powers and qualities which with all her heart she wished that
she did not possess. She dreaded this last evidence of the mysterious
power which had made her very actions subservient to its will.

Yet even as she said the words she was ashamed. If the message had any
connection with the figure in her vision, how could she hate it?
Instantly the tragic eyes, glowing with the light of divine love, were
before her; their reproach and pity made her blush, for in denying her
belief in things s