. . I was
A weakling with a piteous woman soul,
All strength and pride, joy and ambition gone!
My Claudia, dare I tell thee what foul curse
Is mine because I looked upon a god?
I care no more for glory; all desire
For honor and for strife is gone from me,
All eagerness for war. I only care
To help and save bruised beings, and to give
Some comfort to the weak and suffering;
I cannot even hate those Jews; my lips
Speak harshly of them, but within my heart
I only feel compassion; and I love
All creatures, to the vilest of the slaves,
Who seem to me as brothers. Claudia,
Scorn me not for this weakness; it will pass--
Surely 'twill pass in time and I shall be
Maximus strong and valiant once again,
Forgetting that slain god. And yet . . .and yet . . . .
He looked as one who could not be forgot!
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Vol. XXIII December 1910 No. 6
THE MAN WHO MADE GOOD {pages 784-799}
By ARTHUR STRINGER
AUTHOR OF "THE SILVER POPPY," "PHANTOM HOUSE," ETC.
Trotter opened his door and listened. Then he tiptoed out to the
stairhead. The coast seemed clear.
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