Dr. dear,' she said
gently. 'I felt somewhat that way myself last night, and I rose from my
bed and lighted my lamp and opened my Bible; and what do you think was
the first verse my eyes lighted upon? It was 'And they shall fight
against thee but they shall not prevail against thee, for I am with
thee, saith the Lord of Hosts, to deliver thee.' I am not gifted in the
way of dreaming, as Miss Oliver is, but I knew then and there, Mrs. Dr.
dear, that it was a manifest leading, and that Hindenburg will never see
Paris. So I read no further but went back to my bed and I did not waken
at three o'clock or at any other hour before morning.'
"I say that verse Susan read over and over again to myself. The Lord of
Hosts is with us--and the spirits of all just men made perfect--and
even the legions and guns that Germany is massing on the western front
must break against such a barrier. This is in certain uplifted moments;
but when other moments come I feel, like Gertrude, that I cannot endure
any longer this awful and ominous hush before the coming storm."
23rd March 1918
"Armageddon has begun!--'the last great fight of all!' Is it, I wonder?
Yesterday I went down to the post office for the mail. It was a dull,
bitter day. The snow was gone but the grey, lifeless ground was frozen
hard and a biting wind was blowing. The whole Glen landscape was ugly
and hopeless.
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