It is he that buildeth his stories in the heaven, and hath founded his troop in the earth; he that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth; the Lord is his name. Habakkuk 3:2: O Lord, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid; O Lord, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy. St. Matthew 24:29 and 30: Immediately after the tribulation of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens shall be shaken. And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man, in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven, with power and great glory. Robert knew that the Bible was replete with references that the heavens ruled. He had read where it said: "Discern the end from the beginning"; where Jesus said: "I will judge you in the place of your nativity." He hastened to the office of Professor O.B. Joyful in the hope that the great science of Astrology would throw some light upon the disappearance of Marie. The secretary told him that the Professor was very busy and as Robert had no appointment, he would have to wait awhile. Glancing around the walls of the office he saw some beautiful cards of poems hanging on the walls. One was entitled, "The power of Love." This attracted Robert's attention: Sunbeams after showers are brightest, Seeking sorrow is a sin; Woman's heart is ever lightest When love, the jewel, dwells within. Robert thought that this was a wonderful poem and he knew that it applied to man as well as woman, because his heart was ever light when love dwelled within; knew that it was Marie's beautiful eyes and the hope of seeing them again, which was guiding him now across the troubled sea of time. He anxiously awaited the time when he could tell his troubles to Professor Joyful, hoping that they would soon be turned into joy. He read another poem on the wall: Love is a gift to be used every day, Not to be smothered and hidden away, Love is not a thing to be stored in the chest Where you gather your keepsakes, And treasure your best. Love is a gift you should use every day. --Norah Perkins. Robert knew that he was using love every day and it seemed that the Professor had prepared his office to receive those in love. Another poem read: We starve each other for love's caress; We take, but we do not give; We know it is easy some soul to bless, But we dole out affection, giving less and less, Until the world becomes bitter and hard. Robert felt that he had not been stingy with his love for Marie and that he had showered his affection upon her. The Bible said that love begetteth love and he knew if he received as he gave, his reward would be the return of Marie and her love.