n came the second, and of him, too, that one asked, "What of your
fire?"

And he said, "I found men shivering, with nought to warm them, and I
gave my fire, that they might live, and not die."

And he in white answered again, "It is well; this fire too shall never
die."

Then came the third, and answered boldly, and said, "I have brought my
fire safe, through peril and through strife; lo, see it here in my
heart!"

Then that one in white put aside his veil; and it was Love the Lord
himself. "Alas!" he said; "what is this you have done?"

And he opened the man's heart; and inside it was a black char, and white
ashes lying in it.

THE WHITE FIRE

II

This one Love the Lord called to him, and waited no asking, but put the
gift in her hands, the white gift of fire.

"What shall I do with it, Lord?" she asked: and he said, "Lighten the
darkness!"

"Yea, Lord," she answered, "as I may!" and took the gift meekly and
went. But as she went, she met one strong and silent, who took her in
his arms, and bore her to a high tower, and kept her there in ward. The
name of that strong one was Pain, and he was faithful as Night and
Death, and they two dwelt together.

But she in the tower tended ever the white fire, and wept over it,
saying, "How, in this tower, shall I do the will of Love the Lord,
seeing here are only my fellow Pain and I? and the tower is full of
seams and cracks, so that the wind blows cold upon my fire, and would
fain quench it; and in no case can I lighten any darkness save my own."

But still she tended the fire and kept it alive; pure and white was the
flame of it, and she and her fellow Pain sat beside it and kept them
warm.

But Love the Lord looked from the clearness where he dwelt, and smiled;
well pleased was he. For he saw through the seams and rents in that
doleful tower the light stream clear and radiant: and in the darkness
toward which his high heart yearned he saw men struggling forward, and
heard them cry to one another joyfully, "Look up! take heart! yonder
shines a light to guide us on the way."

FOR YOU AND ME

"I have come to speak to you about your work," said the
Angel-who-attends-to-things. "It appears to be unsatisfactory."

"Indeed!" said the man. "I hardly see how that can be. Perhaps you will
explain."

"I will!" said the Angel. "To begin with, the work is slovenly."

"I was born heedless," said the man. "It is a family failing which I
have always r