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And the Master's consoling voice and the Master's presence there wrought in the dying criminal such a new spirit, that when at last his head fell upon his bosom, and the men about the cross said that he was dead, it seemed as if I shined not upon a felon's face, but upon the face of the gentle shepherd lad, the son of Benoni. AND THE MASTER'S CONSOLING VOICE AND THE MASTER'S PRESENCE THERE WROUGHT IN THE DYING CRIMINAL SUCH A NEW SPIRIT THAT WHEN AT LAST HIS HEAD FELL UPON HIS BOSOM AND THE MEN ABOUT THE CROSS SAID THAT HE WAS DEAD IT SEEMED AS IF I SHINED NOT UPON A FELON'S FACE BUT UPON THE FACE OF A GENTLE SHEPHERD LAD THE SON OF BONONE
tretched a human body my light fell not upon. But I heard a voice that somewhere I had heard before,--though where I did not know,--and this voice blessed those that railed and jeered and shamefully entreated. And suddenly the voice called 'Dimas, Dimas!' and the thief upon whose hardened face I rested made answer. "Then I saw that it was Dimas; yet to this wicked criminal there remained but little of the shepherd child whom I had seen in all his innocence upon the hill-side. Long years of sinful life had seared their marks into his face; yet now, at the sound of that familiar voice, somewhat of the old-time boyish look came back, and in the yearning of the anguished eyes I seemed to see the shepherd's son again. "'The Master!' cried Dimas, and he stretched forth his neck that he might see him that spake. "'O Dimas, how art thou changed!' cried the Master, yet there was in his voice no tone of rebuke save that which cometh of love. "Then Dimas wept, and in that hour he forgot his pain. THER WAS LIFTED UP AND UPON IT WAS STRETCHED A HUMAN BODY MY LIGHT FELL NOT UPON BUT I HEARD A VOICE THAT SOMEWHERE I HAD HEARD BEFORE THOUGH WHERE I DID NOT KNOW AND THIS VOICE BLESSED THOSE THAT RAILED AND JEERED AND SHAMEFULLY ENTREATED AND SUDDENLY THE VOICE CALLED DAMAS DAMAS AND THE THIEF UPON WHOSE HARDENED FACE I RESTED MADE ANSWER THEN I SAW THAT IT WAS DAMAS YET TO THIS WICKED CRIMINAL THERE REMAINED BUT LITTLE OF THE SHEPHERD CHILD WHOM I HAD SEEN IN ALL HIS INNOCENCE UPON THE HILLSIDE LONG YEARS OF SINFUL LIFE HAD SEARED THEIR MARKS INTO HIS FACE YET NOW AT THE SOUND OF THAT FAMILIAR VOICE SOMEWHAT OF THE OLD TIME BOYISH LOOK CAME BACK AND IN THE YEARNING OF THE ANGUISHED EYES I SEEMED TO SEE THE SHEPHERD'S SON AGAIN THE MASTER CRIED DAMAS AND HE STRETCHED FORTH HIS NECK THAT HE MIGHT SEE HIM THAT SPAKE O DAMAS HOW ART THOU CHANGED CRIED THE MASTER YET THERE WAS IN HIS VOICE NO TONE OF REBUKE SAVE THAT WHICH COMETH OF LOVE THEN DAMAS WEPT AND IN THAT HOUR HE FORGOT HIS PAIN
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