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MARIUS BEGINS TO SEE THE LIGHT
shall beg for his favors," the beauty made reply, 1 ' and I shall keep the distorted Lygia as a slave, to let Marius compare ns."
And before they parted for the b'aths that morning it had been planned — the throwing of Lygia into the lion's den till the beast should have torn from the girl all semblance of earthly loveliness, while still leaving to her the breath of life. The next morning, while Marius should be at the baths, was the time appointed, for Cassius had knowledge of the fact that Lygia spent that time in a tiny temple of Marius 's palace, praying to the Christ Who had trod the martyr's path before her.
And so, yet a second time, the Christian maid was flung before a beast. Yet a second time her body was to be ravaged and vandalized, while, high above, her tortured soul kept clean and unafraid. At least this second beast would free that struggling soul, while the first kept it a bond slave in the confines of the body.
When Cassius, closely followed by Dacia, entered the tiny chapel of Marius 's house that fateful morning, the false friend hesitated an instant
on the threshold of this deed. Perhaps it was the girl's white loveliness that awed him — perhaps the sorrowing Christ breathed in his heart.
" Dacia, lady," he whispered, 1 1 this is a foul thing we do. Nero himself is worthy its conception."
Dacia laughed harshly. "You, too, my Cassius," she sneered; "even here wouldst have Marius, the patrician, win?"
And the sorrowing Christ stretched forth His pitying hands as the Christian maid was seized, for the lust of a concubine and the perfidy of a friend.
Two slaves in the employ of Marius saw the thing that was done, and, because they had come to love the gentle maid, they flew to their lord at the baths and told him that Lygia, the Christian, had been abducted. And they told him whence she was gone.
Then, thru the sloth of a libertine youth and the cynicism of a glutted manhood, the sleeping thing awoke in Marius 's breast — awoke till every sanctuary of his heart was flooded with a white light, and his proud head bowed in shame for the things that he had done. In the white light