On the theoretical side, Mrs. Eddy's contribution to mental healing has been, in the main, fallacious, pseudodoxal, and absurd, but upon the practical side she has been wonderfully efficient. New movements are usually launched and old ideas are revivified, not through the efforts of a group of people, but through one person. These dynamic personalities have not always conformed to our highest ideals; their effectiveness has not always been associated with a large intelligence or with nobility of character. Not infrequently it has been true of them--as it seems to be true of Mrs. Eddy--that their power was generated in the ferment of an inharmonious and violent nature. But, for practical purposes, it is only fair to measure them by their actual accomplishment and by the machinery they have set in motion. THE END HER FRUITS BY MARY ELEANOR ROBERTS These are her fruits, kindness and gentleness, And gratefully we take them at her hands; Patience she has, and pity for distress, And love that understands. Ah, ask not how such rich reward was won, How sharp the harrow in the former years, Or mellowed in what agony of sun, Or watered with what tears. THE KEY TO THE DOOR BY FIELDING BALL ILLUSTRATIONS BY WALTER JACK DUNCAN "_There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I might not see. Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was--and then no more of Thee and Me._" The postmaster was lounging in an open window, cleaning his fingernails with his pocket-knife, as Allison went into the post-office. He rose with some show of animation at sight of the tall, boyish figure in the doorway. "I got a hired girl for you all right, Mr. Allison," he said, advancing to meet him. "Used to work down to Webb City, in a restaurant, but got tired of it--hours too hard. She's a good cook, and she knows how to get things on the table so they look real nice--I knew that would mean considerable to you folks." He went on to dwell at length upon the girl's good points, becoming more nervously demonstrative in his praise as he found that Allison's face reflected none of his enthusiasm, but remained unexpectedly impassive and non-committal. Allison interrupted at the first opportunity. "You have been very kind, Mr. Barbour," he said, with impersonal civility. "Would you be so good as to get me my mail?" He took the letters which the man handed him and walked out without giving him another glance.