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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"


Somehow I think of them together. Yes, I am grateful to Him."
"Oh, God, you mean," said Paula, a little impatiently.
"Yes, to God. He saved me to-day. 'Saved,' I say. It is a queer way to
speak, after all. What I really ought to say is that God thought it
best that I should camp 'round here for a bit longer before moving in
nearer."
"Nearer?"
"Yes, into the nearer circle. Life moves 'round a centre, in outer
and inner circles. This is the outer circle. Nearer in there, it is
kindlier, with better light and clearer vision. 'We shall know even as
we are known.'" Barry mused on, as if communing with himself.
"But when you move in," said Paula, and there was no mistaking the
earnestness of her tone, "you break touch with those you love here."
"I don't know about that," answered Barry quickly.
"Oh, yes you do. You are out of all this,--all this," she swept her
hand at the world around her, "this good old world, all your joy and
happiness, all you love. Oh, that's the worst of it; you give up your
love.


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