One of Ours. Уилла Кэсер

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       No light, but rather darkness visible

       Served only to discover sights of woe."

      Her voice groped as if she were trying to realize something. The room was growing greyer as she read on through the turgid catalogue of the heathen gods, so packed with stories and pictures, so unaccountably glorious. At last the light failed, and Mrs. Wheeler closed the book.

      "That's fine," Claude commented from the couch. "But Milton couldn't have got along without the wicked, could he?"

      Mrs. Wheeler looked up. "Is that a joke?" she asked slyly.

      "Oh no, not at all! It just struck me that this part is so much more interesting than the books about perfect innocence in Eden."

      "And yet I suppose it shouldn't be so," Mrs. Wheeler said slowly, as if in doubt.

      Her son laughed and sat up, smoothing his rumpled hair. "The fact remains that it is, dear Mother. And if you took all the great sinners out of the Bible, you'd take out all the interesting characters, wouldn't you?"

      "Except Christ," she murmured.

      "Yes, except Christ. But I suppose the Jews were honest when they thought him the most dangerous kind of criminal."

      "Are you trying to tangle me up?" his mother inquired, with both reproach and amusement in her voice.

      Claude went to the window where she was sitting, and looked out at the snowy fields, now becoming blue and desolate as the shadows deepened. "I only mean that even in the Bible the people who were merely free from blame didn't amount to much."

      "Ah, I see!" Mrs. Wheeler chuckled softly. "You are trying to get me back to Faith and Works. There's where you always balked when you were a little fellow. Well, Claude, I don't know as much about it as I did then. As I get older, I leave a good deal more to God. I believe He wants to save whatever is noble in this world, and that He knows more ways of doing it than I." She rose like a gentle shadow and rubbed her cheek against his flannel shirt-sleeve, murmuring, "I believe He is sometimes where we would least expect to find Him—even in proud, rebellious hearts."

      For a moment they clung together in the pale, clear square of the west window, as the two natures in one person sometimes meet and cling in a fated hour.

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