his life that was so dear to me, even for our great love. Once
more I must fight my selfish pride and yield everything into God's
keeping for better or for worse. But with all my soul I prayed, not
daring to look up: "Dear God, save him! Give him back to me."

Then I felt Christopher's hand on my head, resting there lovingly.

"Penelope!" he said.

"Chris!"

Down in the street the lines of fire swept past in a molten sea while
the roar of worshipping voices came up to me:

"_Hosanna! hosanna au fils de David!_"

And still I prayed, with my head buried in my arms: "Save him! Dear God,
save him and give him back to me!"

_And God did._

CHAPTER XXI

THE TRUTH ABOUT WOMEN THAT NOBODY TELLS

(_Extracts from Penelope's Diary_)

_Two Years Later._

A woman who has been saved, as I have been, from a fate worse than death
must be grateful, and ready to show her gratitude by helping others,
especially other women. I have a message of hope for those who have
heard the Voices, for those who have gone down into the Black Valley,
where I was--_they can come back into the sunshine of happiness. The
powers of Light are stronger than the powers of Darkness, and Love
conquers Fear always in those who cleanse their souls of evil._

And I have a warning for thousands and tens of thousands of women who
have not yet glimpsed the Gates of Despair, but are drifting towards
them and will surely pass through them, as I did, unless they understand
the perils that surround and beset their lives.

With my husband's assistance and approval, I have selected from my diary
parts that bear on the emotional problems of women today. Christopher
says I have told the truth about women that nobody tells, and he wants
me to make it known, so that others, being enlightened, may avoid the
mistakes I made and be spared the consequences of these mistakes. Dear
Chris! His judgment encourages me, and yet--

How fully shall I speak, so that my words may do good, not harm?

I can only have faith in my honesty of purpose, and hold to my belief
that, in spite of my limitations, I have a message to deliver that will
be helpful. Yes, I must deliver this message. God will not allow so
sincere a motive to fail. Perhaps the reason for all my sufferings and
mistakes, the reason for my existence was that I should deliver this
message.

ARE CERTAIN WOMEN PREDESTINED TO UNHAPPINESS THROUGH THE INFLUENCE OF
THE STARS?

Soon after my deliverance