Despite gaudy ornamental arches of red silk illuminated at night b; electric light, despite streets lined ed lanterns. despite the five-colour flag hung out at every doorway, despite beautifully coloured posters on all the walls—all arranged by the police—the attitude of the general public towards the proclami fion of the new government ren one of the most complete indifferent This apathy is no doubt. partly due to the fact that, as I have said, they have seen so many governments, full of h remises, come and go, each one c ich has helped Peiping little further on the downward slope.
But also dust the fact that they are perfectly well e who are the creators of the new government and who will be pulling the wires on which its puppets will dance great joy which had come to him and of the great miraculous thing God had done. He ran out of the hut, waving the paper with its song like a white banner, He fell in the drifts, but arose again scarce realizing that fallen. He thought that he shama go to the teacher of the village school, he must read the poem to him.
It was after midnight, the teacher Was adeep.. A few vigorous raps on the fast-bolted doors, soon brought the teacher, bare footed only in shirt and trouser: Gruber, Gruber," cried the. pastor, "I have something wonderful, I have something fine." They sat down in the study where the pastor read his verses, Now the teacher was young and as he heard and listened, he felt himself a child again, under the lights of the Christmas tree. Then putting on his coat and shoes, he exclaimed: "I have something for your hymn, let tr it at once."
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