"Not at all. What I mean to say in that His purpose overrules and works beyond both. Man makes slavery, and makes war; God turns them into means for advancing His cause."
"Perhaps I can understand, Doctor, that what you say is true. But I do not see how the South can be right."
"What are all those crowds of people doing down on the battery?" asked Lydia, suddenly.
It was about two o'clock. We had walked slowly toward the beach.
"They are all looking in our direction," said Dr. Khayme; "they see something that interests them."
Across the water in the southeast could be seen smoke, which the wind blew toward us. Some officers upon a low sand-hill near us were looking intently through their field-glasses.
"I'll go and find out," said the Doctor; "stay here till I return."
We saw him reach the hill; one of the officers handed him a glass; he looked, and came back to us rapidly.
"We are promised a spectacle; I shall run to my tent for a glass," said he.
"What is it all about, Father?" asked Lydia.