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THE NEWS-RECORD, MARSHALL, NORTH CAROLINA. BBuisaian s4 . J I. .poll J FREDERICK PALMER (Copyright. 1U4. by SYNOPSIS. At their heme, on the frontier between the Browns and Grays Marta Gallftnd and .... jw moiner. entertaining- Colonel Wester Jlng of the Grays, see Captain Lanstron, -ataft Intelligence officer of the Browne, Injured by a fall in hie aeroplane. Ten years later. Westerllns;. nominal vice but real chief of staff, reinforces South La xir, meditate on war, and speculates on ine comparative ages or himself and Mar t&, who is visiting In the Gray capital. Wcsterling calls on Marta. She tells him Of her teaching children the follies of war na martial patriotism. Deri him to ore vent war while he la chief of staff, and Sredlcta that if he makes war against the prowns he will not win. On the march with the 63d of the Browns Private Stran ky, anarchist, dearies war and played out patriotism and is placed under arrest Colonel Lanstron overhearing, begs him ,- ff. Lanstron calls on Marta at her home. He talks with Feller, the gardener. Marta tells Lanstron that she believes Feller to pe a spy. Lanatron confesses it is true, Ianstron shows Marta a telephone which Feller has concealed in a secret passage tinder the tower for use to benefit the - Browns In war emergencies. Lanatron de- ' claren his love for Marta, Westerllng and uie Gray premier plan to use a trivial in lernauonai arrair to romeni wariine trlotlsm in army and people and strike fore declaring war. Partow, Brown chief or stall, and Lanstron, made vioe, discuss the trouble, and the Brown defenses. Far- - tow reveals his plans to Lanatron. The Gray army crosses the border line and at tacks. The Browns check them. Artil lery,, infantry, aeroplanes and dirigibles engage. Stransky, rising to make the anarchist speech of his life, draws the Gray artillery fire. Nicked by a shrapnel aplinter he goes Berserk and fights "all man." . I f CHAPTER IX Continued. But would one? He understood xnai wiw meir smoKeiess powuer w . "Gray guns could be located only by their flashes, which would not be vis -ible unless the refraction of light were . . favorable. ; Then v "thur-eesh thur- eesh" above every other sound In a long wall! - No man ever forgets the ; Urst crack of a shrapnel at close quar- heek, or the first supporting shell ' from his side In flight that passes' : above him. '.' 7 " ';'J : "That Is ours!" called Dellarme.1 "Ours!" Shouted the sergeant "Ours!": sang the thought of every one of them. , '. " . , Over the Gray batteries on the plain t an, explosive ball of smoke hung in -the till air; then another beside it. "Thur-eesh thur-eesn tnur-eesn, the screaming overhead became s gale ' that built a cloud of blue smoke over the offending Gray batteries1 beautt . ful, soft, blue smoke from which spray of steel descended. There was Do spotting the flashes of the Browns' , guns in order to reply to them, for theywre under the cover of a hill, using Indirect aim as nicely and ac gunners of theGray batteries, could not go on with their work under, such 4 bail-storm; they were checkmated, They stopped firing and began moving v to a new position, where their com' ; wander hoped to remain undiscovered long enough to support the 128th by ' loosing his lightnings against the de fenders at the critical moment of the ' next charge, which would be made as .- soon as Fracasse's men had been rein forced. . There was an end to the concus sions and the- thrashing of the air around Dellarme's men, and. they had the relief of a breaking abscess In the . act Piif .thAv KApflmA tnnrA nnctnlnufl of .the spits of dust In 'front of their faces and the passing; whistles of bul 1.4- T ....... ,5 tho oo. tlons of Gray Infantry In reserve rush ing across the levels, leave many gray lumps behind. But Fracasse's men at the foot of the slope poured In a heav ' ler and still heavier fire. - "Down there's where we need the shells now ! " spoke the thought of Del lanrie's men, which he had anticipated by a word to the signal corporal, who ,wavea nis nag onw-"-iwo wree-iour five times. Cotie r on, v now; with more of your snecial brand of death, fire-control officer! Your own head is above the sky-line, though your guns are hidden. ' Five hundred yards be yond the knoll is the range! Come nnl - -. - T . - 'He came with a burst of screams so low in flight that -.- they Beemed to brash 'the back , of the men's necks with a hair broom at the rate of a thousand, feet a second. '. Having watched the result, rellarme turned with a confirmatory , '-'re, which the corporal translated . ' , the wigwag of "Correct!? The s'urapnel smoke 1 ring over Fracasse's men appeared a teavenly blue to Dellarme's men. "TheyJ are going to start for us sjon! .Oh, but we'll get a lot of r cm!" whispered Stransky gleefully y t'.a rifle. ' ' ' ' I' .Harms glanced again toward the ' vr,fl's station. No sign of the re jf:;. He was r'ad of that. IXe 1 rot want to fl tick In face cf i ' rs; to have L's rata silhouette i t! 3 vilify es t -y retreated. And j C,:;-s wc.1.1 rot endure this show: " ". l'jn!'' t f'.ng one way or z i :" i crier to fix 1 ' :t obeyed tit I tiroug'i ; ; 3 fixe ! : : : j : i-ia to ; 3 that It - ! i , i - a d' j- 1 i r h O f V V I - i nulla BT Charles Scribner Sona) StranBky to. his rifle. The sentence was spoken In the midst of a salvo of shrapnel cracks, which he did not hear. He heard nothing, thought noth ing, except to kill. , The . Gray batteries ' on the plain, having taken up a new position and being reinforced, played on the crest at top speed Instantly the Gray line rose and started up the slope at the run. . With the purpose of confusing no less than killing, they used percus sion, which burst ' on striking the ground, as well as shrapnel, which burst by a time-fuse in the air. Foun tains of sod and dirt shot upward to meet descending sprays of bullets. The concussions of the earth shook the aim of Dellarme's men, blinded by smoke and dust, as they fired through a fog at bent figures whose legs were pumping fast In dim pantomime. But the guns of the Browns, also, have word that the charge has begun, The signal corporal is waiting for the gesture from Dellarme agreed upon as an announcement The Brown artil lery commander cuts his fuses two hundred and fifty yards shorter. He, too, uses percussion for moral effect Half of the distance from the foot to the crest of the knoll Fracasse'i men have gone in face of the hot, siz zling tornado of bullets, when there is a blast of explosions in their faces with all the chaotio and irresistible force of. a volcanic eruption. Not only are they in the midst of the first lot of the Browns' shells at the shorter range, but one Gray battery has either made a mistake in cutting its fuses or struck a Btreak of powder below stand ard, and its shells burst among those whom It is aiming to assist. The ground seems rising under the feet of Fracasse's company; the air Is spilt and racked and wrenched and torn with hideous screams of Invisible demons. ; The men stop; they act o the uncontrollable instinct of self-pres ervation against an' overwhelming force of nature. A'few without the power ; of locomotion - drop, faces pressed to the ground. The rest flee toward' a shoulder of the Blope through ithe " Instinct that, leads hunted, man in a street Into an alley, In a confusion of arms and legs, press ing one on the other, no longer sol diers, only a mob, they throw, them selves behind the first protection that offers itself. Fracasse also runs. He runs from the flame of a furnace door suddenly thrown open. , The Gray batteries have ceased Br ing r certain gunners' ears burn under the words of Inquiry as to the, cause Of the mistake from an artillery com mander. ' Dellarme's men are hugging the earth too close to cheer. A desire to spring up and yell; may be In their hearts,: but they know ' the danger of showing a single unnecessary inch of their cranlums above the sky-line. The sounds that escape their throats are those of a winning team at a tug of war as diaphragms relax. - . With the. smoke clearing, they see 20 or 80 Grays plastered on the slope at the point -where the charge was checked. Every one of those prostrate forms is within fatal range. Not one moves a finger; even the living are feigning .death in the hope of surviv ing.: ' Among them is little Feterkln, so faithful in forcing his refractory legs to keep pace with his comrades. If he Is always -up with them they will never know what Is In his heart and call him a coward. As he has been knocked unconscious, he has not beeft In tbe pell-mell retreat. His first stabbing thought.on coming to was that he must be dead; but, no; he was opening his eyes sticky- with dust. At least, he must be wounded He had not power yet to move his hands In order to feel where, and when they grew, alive enough to move, what he saw - In front - of him , held them frigidly still. . His nerves went search ing from his head to his feet and miracle of heaven! found no point of pain or spot soppy with blood. If he were really hit there was bound to be one or the other, he knew from read ing. - - " ,T, -. - ; . Between him and-the faces of the Browns yes, the actual, living,; terri ble Browns above the glint of their rifle barrels, was no obstacle that could stop a bullet, though not more than three feet away was a crater made by a shell burst. , The black cir cle of every muzzle on the crest Beemed to be pointlnTat him.' When were" they going to shoot? : When was he to be executed? ; Would he be shot in many places and die thus? Or would the very first bullet go through his head? Why didn't they fire? r What were they. waiting for? -The suspense was unbearable. The desperation of overwhelming fear driving him in irre sponsible Impulse, he doubled up his legs and .with a cat's leap sprang for the crater.' . , A blood-curdling burst of whistles passed over his head as a dozen rifles racked. This time he was surely r.lel! He was la some other world! WLkli was it, the 'good or thir bad? The good, for he had a t'Jmpse of blue sky. No, that could not be, for he had "a t!e vl.iTi he l---"r-l fr Vr,9 s 1 i' i i, v r i x " 1 was the nearest to the enemy of any man. of the 128th, and be certainly had passed through a gamut of emo tions in the half-hour since Eugene Aronson had leaped over a white post . e e - e . . e . . "Confound it! If we'd kept on we'd have got them! Now we have to do it .all ove again!" growled Fracasse distractedly as he looked around at the faces hugging the cover of the shoulders-faces asking, What next? each in its Own way; faces blank and white; faces with Hps working and eyes blinking; faces with the blood rushing back to eheeka. In baffled an ger. One, however, was half smiling Hugo.Mallln's. , . ; t . "You did your share of the running, I'll warrant,. Mallin!" said Fracasse excitedly, venting his disgust on a particular object. ' J; , ;., "Yes, sir," answered Hugo. "It was very hard to maintain a semblance of dignity. Yes, sir. I kept near you all the time.; Wasn't, that what you wanted me to dolsir?" ; Three o four men burst Into a hys terlcal laugh as if something had bro ken In their throats. Everybody felt better for this touch of drollery except the captain. - Yet, . possibly, it may have helped him in recovering his poise. Sometimes ' even - a pin-prick will have this effect." "Silence 1" he said In his old man ner. "I win give you something to joke about other than a little setback like this! Get up there with your rifles!" He formed the nucleus of a firing- line under cover of the shoulder, and then set the remainder of his. com pany to work with their spades mak- Blood-Curdling ., Burst Passed Over His of Whistles Head. Ing a trench. The second battalion of the 128th, which faced the knoll, was also digging at the base of the slope, and another regiment In reserve was deploying on the plain. After the fail ure to rush the knoll the Gray com mander had settled down to the busi ness of a systematic approach. And what of those of Fracasse's men who had not run but had dropped in their tracks when the charge halt ed? They were between two lines of fire. -.There was no escape. ! Some of the wounded had a mercifully quick end, others suffered the. consciousness ot being hit again and again; the dead were bored through ' with bullet holes. In torture,- the survivors prayed for death; for all had to die except Peter kin, the pasty-faced little valet's son. ; Peterkin was quite safe, hugging the bottom of the shell crater , under' a swarm of hornets, tin a surprisingly Bhort time he became accustomed to the situation and found himself raven ously hungry, for the strain of the last 12 hours had burned up tissue. He took a biscuit out of his knapsack and began nibbling It, as became a true rodent. - CHAPTER X. Malta's First Glimpse of War. As Marta and the children came to the door of the chapel after the , reci tation of the oath, she saw the civil population moving along the street in the direction of the range. There was nothing for Marta to do but start homeward. .' The thought - that her mother was alone made her hasten at a pace much more rapid than the pro cession of people,' whose talk and ex clamations formed a monotone audi ble In its nearness, despite the continu ous rifle-fire, now broken by the pound ing of, the guns. ' "It's all done to beat the Grays, isn't it, Miss Galland? -They are trying to take our land," said Jacky Werther as Marta parted from him. 'Yes, it is done to beat the Grays," she answered, "Good luck, Jacky!". Yes, yes, to beat the Grays! " The same idea the fighting nature, the brute nature of man animated both sides. Had the Browns really tried for peace? ' Had they, in the spirit of her oath, appealed-to justice and reason? Why hadn't their premier before all the world said to the premier of the Grays, as one honest, friendly neigh bor to another over a matter of dis pute: . ' ;V '; -r1 We do not want war. We know you outnumber us, but we know you ou!d not take advantage of that If e Era -wrong we will make amends;, ; ' r9 rrcr we know tir.t you will. Let iis not play tricks Id secret to gain points, we civilized nations, but bo frank with each other. Let us not try to Irritate each other or to in fluence our people, but to realize how much we have In common and that our onlj purpose is common progress and happiness." '.- At tbe turn of the road in front of the castle she saw the gunners of the batteries making an emplacement for their guns in a field ot carrots that had not yet been harvested. The roots of golden yellow were mixed with the tossing spadefuls ot earth. - A shadow like a great, cloud in mad flight shot over the earth, and with the gunners she looked up to see a Gray dirigible. Already It was turning homeward; already It had gained its object as a scout On the fragile plat form of the gondola was a man, seem ingly a human mite aiming a tiny toy gun. His target was one ot the Brown aeroplanes. - "They're In danger of cutting their own envelope! They can't get the an glet The plane is too high!" ex claimed the artillery commander. Both he and his men forgot their work in watching the spectacle ot aerial David against aerial . Goliath. "If our man lands with his little bomb, oh, my!" he grinned. "That's why he is so high. He's been waiting up there." "Pray God he will!" exclaimed one of the gunners. "Look at him volplane motor at full speed, too!" ' "Into it! Making sure! Oh, splen Of" cried the artillery commander; A ball of lightning shot forth sheets of flame. Dirigible and plane were hidden In an Ugly, swirl of yellowish sriioke, rolling out Into a purple cloud that spread Into prismatic mist over the descent of cavorting human bodies and broken machinery and twisted braces, .flying pieces of tattered or burning cloth. David has taken Goliath down with him in a death grip. An aeroplane following the dirigible as V screen, hoping to get home with information if the dirigible were lost, had escaped the sharpshooters In tbe church tower by flying around T-he town. However, it ran within range.of the automatic and the sharpshooters on top of the castle tower. They failed ot the bull's-eye, but their bullets, dra ining the target, crippling the motor, and cutting braces, brought the crum pling wings about the helpless pilot. The watching gunners uttered "Ahs!" of horror and triumph as they saw him fall, gliding this way and that, in the agony of slow descent. . "Come, now!" called the artillery commander. "We are wasting pre cious time." . ' ' Entering the grounds of the Galland house, Marta had to pass to one side of the path, now blocked by army wagons and engineers' materials and tools. , - Soldiers carrying sand-bags were taking .the shortest cut, tram pling the flowers on their way. "Do you know whose property this Is?" she demanded in a burst of an ger. . Ours the nation's!" answered one, perspiring freely at his work. "Sor ry!" he added on second thought. Already parts of the first terrace were shoulder-high with sand-bags and one automatic had been set in place, Marta observed as she turned to the veranda. There her mother sat in her favorite chair, hands relaxed as they rested on Its arms, while jhe looked out over the valley In the supertran- qulllty that comes to some "women under a strain as soldiers who have been on sieges can tell you that some psychologists Interpret one way and some another, none knowing even their own wives. "Marta, did any of the children come?" Mrs. Galland asked in her. usual pleasant tone. So far as she was concerned, the activity on the terrace did not exist. She seemed ob Uvious of the fact of war. Marta's monosyllable absently an swerlng the question was expressive of her wonder at her mother. Most girls do not know their mothers much better than psychologists know their wives. " - - - "Marta, , whatever - nappens one should go - regularly about what' he considers his duty," said Mrs. Galland. They have been as considerate as they could, evidently by Colonel Lan stron's orders," ehe proceeded, nod ding toward the industrious engineers. "And they've packwi all the paintings and works of art a; id put them in the cellar, where they will be safe.". ; . The - captain of engineers In com mand, seeing Marta, hurried toward her. .' - "Miss Galland, isn't it?" he asked. "I have been waiting for you. I I well, I found that I could not make the situation clear to your mother." . "He- thinks me In my second child hood or out ot my head," Mrs. Galland explained with a shade of tartness. "And he has been so polite in trying to conceal his opinion, too," she added with a comprehending smile. The captain flushed in embarrass ment : " ' "I I can't speak too strongly," he declared when he had ' regained his composure. "Though everything seems to be Bate here now, it may not be In an hour. You must go, all of you. This house will be an inferno as eoon as the 63d falls back, and 1' can't pos sibly get -your mother to appreciate the fact Miss Galland." . .. "But I said that I did appreciate it and that the Gallands have been in Infernos' before perhaps not as bad as this one that is coming but, then, the Gallands must keep abreast of the times," replied Mrs. Galland. "I have asked "Minna and she prefers to re main. I am glad of that I am glad now that we kept her, Marta. She is as loyal as my old maid and the butler and the cook were to your, grand-; mother In the last war, ' Ah, the Gal lands had many servants then!" , '.'This Isn't likt the old war. This place will be shelled, enfiladed! And you two" the captain protested des perately. "I became a Galland when I mar ried," said Mrs. Galland, "and the Galland women have always remained with their property in time of war. Naturally, I shall remain!" "Miss Galland, Jt was you your In fluence I was counting on to" The captain turned to Marta in a final ap peal. .,: Mrs. Galland was watching her daughter's face Intently. ' "We Btay " replied Marta, and the captain saw In the depths of her eyes, a cold blue-black, that further argu ment was Useless. , Now came the sweep of a rising roat from the sky with the command to at tention of the rush of a fast express train past a country railway station. Two Gray dirigibles with their escort of aeroplanes were bearing toward the pass over the pass road. The auto matic and the riflemen in the tower banged away to no purpose, but the central sections of the envelope of the rear dirigible had been torn in shreds; It was buckling. Clouds of blue shrap nel smoke broke around its gondola, A number of field-guns Joined forces with a battery of high-angle guns in a havoc that left a drifting derelict; the remainder of the squadron had com pleted Its loop and was pointing toward the plain. ; From a great altitude, literally out of the blue of heaven, high over the Gray lines, Marta made out a Brown squadron of dirigibles and planes de scending across the track of the Grays. - - ; . - The Gray dirigibles, stern on, were little larger than umbrellas and the planes than swallows; the Brown dirt- She Looked Up to See a Gray Dirigible. glbles, side on, were big sausages and their planes specks. To the eye, this meeting was like that of two small flocks of soaring birds apparently un able to change their course. But imagination could picture the fearful clash of forces, whose wounded would find the succor ot no hospital except impact on the earth below. - Marta put her hands over her eyes for only a second, she thought, before she withdrew - them In vexation hadn't she promised herself not to bi cowardly? to see one Brown dirigible and two Brown aeroplanes ascending at. a sharp angle above a cloud of smoke to escape the high-angle guns of the Grays. "We've got them all! No lips sur vive to tell what the eye saw!" ex claimed the engineer captain, his words bubbling with the Joy of water in the sunlight. ."As I thought," h continued in professional enthusalsm and discrimination. - With high-power binoculars glued to his eyes, he then turned to see if the faint brown line of Dellarme's melt were going to hold or break. If it held, he might have hours in which to complete his task; if it broke, hi had only minutes. Marta came - up ' the terrace ' path from the ehrysanthemum bed In time to watch the shroud of shrapnel smokt billowing over the knoll, to visualize another scene in place, of the collision of the squadrons, and to note the cap tain's exultation over Fracasse's re pulse. - "How we must have punished thorn! he exclaimed to his lieutenant "How we must have mowed them Hownl Lanstron certainly knew what he was doing. ' - . . - - "You mean that he knew how we should mow them down?" asked Marts. Not until ehe poke Old he realise. that she was standing near him. "Why,: naturally! y., If .we hadnl mowed them down " his plan would have failed. Mowing them down was the only way to hold them back," ha said; and-seeing her horror mad haste to add: "Miss Galland, now yot know what a ghastly business war is It will be worse here than there." "Yes," she eaid blankly. . Her color-- less cheeks, her drooping underllp con vinced him that now, with a llttli show ot masculine authority, he wouk gain his point - ... "You and your mother must tzl" fat said firmly. -:- ' , i (TO rs coJUTixutru iNimWIONAL stusrsoiooi .Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director ot Sunday School Course.) LESSON FOR DECEMBER 27 JESU3, THE WORLD'S 8AVIOR AND . KING. - ' 1 (Review.) READING LESSON-II Cor. B:14-ZL GOLDEN TEXT Far be it from me to glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ-Gal. 6:14 R. V. , With the exception of the temper ance lesson, all the lessons of the quar ter have to do with the death and res-' urrection ot our Lord: In the first quarter we considered Jesus as the! great Teacher; In the second, he Is presented chiefly as the seeking1 , Savior; In the third, we observed him as he acted in judgment upon Israel and sin; In this last he is seen in his supreme office as Savior and king. The king of love, he is also the world's Savior. Deny him his kingship, refuse to become a subject of that kingdom of which he is the head and we bring upon ourselves the condemnation of a righteous judgment This past quar ter particularly reveajs him in that final ministry which resulted In the initiation of tbe new 'enterprise of pro claiming his gospel, to the end that his kingdom shall be established. We shall" consider the lessons under four headings: 8tory of Love. I. Those of Preparation for His Pas sion. These embrace the first three lessons. (1) In the first we have the beautiful story of the love which anointed him tor burial, which he ac cepted and immortalized. This was not because of the greatness of the act, but because of the appreciation of . himself and of his words. (2) Here we observe him presiding over and In stituting that lasting memorial, the symbolic feast, wherein the old passes away and the new dispensation is ushered in. (3) In the third lesson we view with awe the agony of the gar den wherein he dedicated himself to the coming suffering, "Not as I will, but as thou wilt" absolute surrender and delight in the Father's will. II. Those That Preceded His Pas sion. These next five lessons lead us ' through . those dark shadows, yea, through a darkness which is yet un-. fathomable and which euded In the total darkness of Calvary. (4) In this -lesson Judas is presented, the incarna tion of evil, and the agent of Satan.' who betrayed his Lord and "Friend" by a kiss. Here we. see the utter ruin of a soul which chose private ambition instead of fellowship with Jesus. (5) This is a presentation of the greatest and most appalling travesty of justice the world has ever seen. Humanity never descended to any lower depths," yet he is serene, calm, dignified and strong. (6) The Temperance Lesson. (7) This lesson considers the heart breaking rashness of Peter. (8) This is the story of the ignoble failure of a weak, vacillating, time-server. Story of the Cross. ' III. His Passion. (9) This brings us to the story of the cross itself, as considered in this sequence of lessons. Before that awe-inspiring, , wonder creating event we stand with bared head. Here sin was unmasked and did its utmost. Her also we behold grace unveiled and active. IV. The Post-Passion Lessons. We are now in a new atmosphere and light, a new glory is to be seen. (10) : In this lesson we behold the empty tomb, for "He could not be holden of death." We share with them the glori ous, the joyful consciousness that he whom we have Just seen die In Ig nominy and shame and suffering is ; now alive and "ever liveth" to be our advocate and ever-present friend. This is a glorious fact, that of the literal, bodily resurrection of Christ from among the dead. Hallelujah! (11) In lesson, eleven this same thought is again emphasized and with the sugges tion of its accompanying obligation, in that "we are witnesses of ' these things." In "Tarbell's Teachers' Guide" is a good suggestion for review Sunday, viz., that a series of elliptical phrases be written upon a board or chart, that -will fix the chief idea or serve to re call the lessons, as follows: . (1) Let her alone . . . (2) For ye have the poor . . . v (3) Where soever this gospel shall be preached . . . , (4) Verily I say unto you," One . . . (6) For the Son of Man goeth . . .. (6) This is my blood -. . .' (7) Take ye . . . (8) My soul is . ... (9) Father, all things , . . (10) Watch and . . . (11) ' My God, my . . (12) Why seek i ' ye . . . (13) Ye shall be my . . -. These phrases may be written upon cards or slips of paper and distributed ' to classes or individuals, the entire sentence to be recited when called for. - It would also be well to make men- -tion of the two years' work in the . Synoptic Gospel. Define 1 what the gospel is (I Cor. 15:1-4), what the word synoptic means, and wherein these Gospels differ from the Fourth Gospel. -:..;; ':?::') ;--:;CV -':. i Drill the school in giving book and chapter of the following? The Lord's Prayer, the parable of the good Samar itan, the mustard seed, the leaven, the prodigal Bon, the great command ment the last supper, Gethsemane, the trial ot Jesus, the crucifixion, the resurrection, the great commission, the ascension.
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