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Show I DR. VANCE'S DAILY ARTICLE I Slovly and with great effort he, dragged himself across the street to wtre I iis waiting for a car. He nras the nrost misshapen piece of humanity I hail ever seen. lie was G'J years old, ho said, and looked the part. His deformities dat- ed .from his hirth. His mother had I been scared by a bull and the prenatal pre-natal penalty had landed on the body of her unoffending offspring and 'smashed It beyond repah , and for 60 years and more he had dragged the thing along the earth, watching the straight and virile and lithe forms of his fellows function with ease and grace. I helped him aboard the car to and seat, and then It was that he flung his Ueslion in my faci "Preacher; why Is it that more people do not get victory Victory'.' The question all but took away my breath. Who was he to tall; of victory? From the hour of his ; birth his life had been one long, crushing, crush-ing, deadening defeat If he had spoken spok-en of pain, of anguish, of disappointment, disappoint-ment, of bitter resentment, of foiled ambition, of despair I COUM hav understood un-derstood him; but the thin lips, pallid with pain, wore speaking of victory. Hr. had victory. He had won a bigger Victory than was ever won by arms on the field of battle. He was I not speaking of victory In war, or vie- f tory in business, or victory in conflicts where he was matched against hla fellow men He was speaking of victory-, of conquering con-quering in a conflict where "the daunt-less daunt-less soul of a man matches Itself against fear and hate and unrest and all the foes that would destroy it I saw the poor wretch straighten up and j fling off bis handicap, for I saw that i he was not his body Victory Is on the inside It is a splr-ltual splr-ltual glory It Is not merely what you win over things. It is what you win |