Historical Fiction (13-18)

A Story of the Cold War  Tresham looked at the picture accompanying the article and might have been gazing into a mirror, so startling was the resemblance. "Of course, it is my brother," he said slowly. So he went to Canada to work for a capitalistic state and help to start another war. " What do you want me to do, since I suppose my coming here has something to do with that item in the newspaper?" The Russian nodded and handed him a cutting from a newspaper pasted on a piece of stiff cardboard. "Read that also," he said. It was a report of a later address given by Tresham’s brother in Washington to an organization affiliated with the United Nations and called "The Society for the Promotion of World Peace and Good Will." "The first two paragraphs are all that you need read at present," said Vasiloff. The report was in English with a Russian translation beside it.

From the sixteenth-century Protestant Reformation came two outstanding statements of faith: The Heidelberg Catechism (1563) and the Belgic Confession (1561). The stories behind these two historic documents are in this small book.

The King of Hungary’s Blacksmith and other Stories “Well, Master Jailer, how goes it? Have you heard anything?” asked the young man in an eager whisper. The jailer laid his hand compassionately on his shoulder. “Heavy tidings for thee, poor lad,” he said. “He will likely die.” The answer was a deep groan, heard distinctly through all the uproar of the crowded room. Then silence; then a broken murmur, “Poor Maida — poor baby!” choked by something very like the suppressed sob of a strong man. The Young Burning Hearts Series is aseries of fascinating independent stories for young and old of faithfulness in trying times.

A Tale of theHeroic Times in Old Geneva They had now reached the Forte Neuve, by which they entered the town, with many others who were returning from the Plain-palais. As they walked along the Corratorie they met Berthelier and Gabrielle, taking the air, as the afternoon was very fine for the season of the year. Both the lads saluted; De Marsac with a flush and a beaming smile. “I did not know you knew them,” said Norbert. “Oh yes; did I not tell you I was going to see them? Master Berthelier’s sister, Damoiselle Claudine, and I are fast friends. Some years ago when I came here first, a mere child, I was one day in the market, looking about me and buying cherries or the like, when I saw this poor damoiselle being frightened half out of her senses by a group of angry, scolding fish-women. That was before such good order was put in the market, and in all the town, thanks to Master Calvin. She had told them, quite truly, that they were trying to cheat her. I fought her battle with all my might, which in truth was not great, and at last brought her home in triumph. She was much more grateful than the occasion required, and has been my very good friend ever since. I — they — they are all good to me, though lately, being much occupied with my studies, I have seen them but seldom.” “Do you not think the young damoiselle very pretty?” asked Norbert. “I do.” “She is beautiful,” Louis answered quietly; and the subject dropped.