"There is, I see, no middle ground; so, if one cannot think compassionately, even tenderly, of one's enemy one is guilty of-- hate?" said Miss Reynolds, with quivering lips and averted eyes. Again Katherine was silent; but her glance was very loving as it rested on her teacher's troubled face. "Tell me how to get rid of these feelings, Kathie," she resumed, after a moment, "for they make me wretched at times. I find myself mentally going over the same ground, again and again, holding imaginary conversations with the man who has wronged me, arguing the case and bringing up evidence, as if it were being tried before a judge and jury. How would you conquer it in Science?" "Every wrong thought we hold has to be reversed--" "Oh! do you mean I must declare that that man is not dishonest-- that he has not wronged me? That I have not been injured and do not resent that injury?" interposed the woman, looking up with flashing eyes, a scarlet spot burning on either cheek. "Child, you don't know what I have suffered. My father took that man into his business and gave him a start when he had not a dollar in the world, and it was such base ingratitude to rob his family and let them sink into poverty. Ah! the bitter tears I have shed over it!" Then she suddenly relaxed and sank back in her chair with a deprecatory smile. "Kathie, you did not suspect your teacher of having such a seething volcano concealed in her breast, did you?" she observed, sadly. "What you have told me makes me think of a verse of 'The Mother's Evening Prayer,' in 'Miscellaneous Writings,'" [Footnote: By Mary Baker G. Eddy, page 389.] said Katherine, gently; and she repeated in a low tone: "Oh! make me glad for every scalding tear, For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear No ill, since God is good, and loss is gain." "Say that again please, clear," pleaded Miss Reynolds, with a sudden catch in her breath; and Katherine went through it the second time. "Ah! that shows how she has risen to the heights she has attained," said Miss Reynolds, in a reverent tone. "We are to be 'glad' for whatever drives us closer to God, to 'wait' and 'love' through all." "And to know that every man is our brother--the perfect image and likeness of God, and we must not bind heavy burdens of sin and dishonesty upon him in resentful thought." "Yes, I see; we have to 'blot it all out,'" said Miss Reynolds, wearily. "I caught something of that in my study to-day and that was what sent me down into the valley, for it seemed such an impossible thing to do. You could see what a strong grip it had on me in rehearsing it to you." "All wrong thought brings the sting--the smart of the lash; but love--right thinking--brings the 'peace of God,'" said Katherine.