Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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міл аа TR I LOYOLA Page 11 COLLEGE REVIEW The two men were middle-aged peasants, poorly clad, tired and bent with labour. The woman was old, but with the age that is brought about by grief and hardship rather than the passing of many years. She sat on the ground, as near to the gibbet as the soldier would permit, and beneath the ragged cowl of her gown she wept softly for her dead son. The stranger breasted the top of the hill, and approaching, paused. One of the brothers spoke. He was her only son,” he said with a slow look at the body of Caius. “He saw how the people suffered, and his heart warmed to them, and he defied Caesar.” “Tell ше”, said the stranger, and his voice was very low. The mother of Caius lifted her head. “He was but a lad of twenty , she said. “There was по evil in him; only a great love for those who suffered. He could not bear injustice, and he incited the villagers to disobey the law. So they took him and condemned him to death”. Her voice broke. “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted””, said the stranger very softly, as though he were searching deep within him for some past event. But the mother of Caius shook her head. ‘‘My son has died this day and I am alone. He wished no man evil, but they persecuted him and his people, and because he loved justice they killed him”. Again the stranger spoke softly. “Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice sake, for their's is the Kingdom of Heaven”. The mother of Caius looked strangely and half-fearfully at the speaker. — are beautiful words’’, she said, “І have not heard them before. Who spoke them “One who loved righteousness as your son 414”, was the answer. “Tell ше”, said she, with a new softness in her voice, ‘‘tell me the name of this man”. His name is Jesus’’, was the reply. And what is yours'', asked the mother curiously. An instant change seemed to come over the stranger and he answered in a voice that trembled. “They call me Judas’’, said he, and strode quickly away, fumbling with the halter.