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To: Edwarda who wrote (38817)	5/31/1999 9:55:00 PM
From: Graystone	Respond to of 108807

The Angel of Compensation or Taken from the "Angels of the Earth" by Wilson WacDonald Thomas Nelsons & Sons, Limited of Canada, 1963 In a country, which was noted for its beautiful women, there dwelt a spinster whose face was blessed with scarcely one redeeming feature. Her skin was sallow, her eyes were devoid of lustre, and her hair possessed not one hint of a woman's crowning glory. The woman was so aware of her repulsiveness the she avoided people as much as possible. She had no lover, and very few were her friends. "Alas, I am an ugly weed in a garden of beautiful flowers!" she wailed. "There is no need for you to be, always,'an ugly weed' as you call yourself. You can be as lovely as any flower in your garden," said a gentle voice to her, one day as she shut herself up in her room, in order to avoid the unwelcome eyes of the world. cont'd...

To: Edwarda who wrote (38817)	5/31/1999 9:55:00 PM
From: Graystone	Respond to of 108807

The Angel of Compensation or cont'd From "The Angels of the Earth" by Wilson MacDonald ... Looking up she saw a woman whose features were as plain as her own, but who seemed to be far more fascinating than any woman she had ever seen. "I am the Angel of Compensation" was the strangers greeting, "and I have come to you that you may know the secrets of beauty. If you will listen to me I will make you as beautiful as any woman in your land. "Are you a surgeon?" asked the woman in amazement. "I have already consulted one of his profession but he told I was beyond the skill of his plastic surgery." "My results are not achieved by knife or medicine," said the visitor. "they may be laborious but they are not painful. And I assure you that I have never known failure where my teachings have been followed." "I will try anything that gives me hope of possessing even one fragment of beauty," said the woman, and in her voice was a new vigor which almost frightened her. "Ah," cried the Angel, "there is already a new tone in your voice and a new look in your eyes and a new color in your cheeks." "I will do anything that you ask me to do." pleaded the woman. cont'd...

To: Edwarda who wrote (38817)	5/31/1999 9:55:00 PM
From: Graystone	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

The Angel of Compensation or cont'd From "The Angels of the Earth" by Wilson MacDonald The Angel walked across the room, and her movements were as graceful as the swaying of tall lilies or the bending of pampas grasses. When she was seated the room seemed to be full of muted music. Then the Angel talked and her words took the plainness from her face, and gave unto her a look of surpassing tenderness and beauty. She spoke about many things, about science, about poetry, about music, about religion, about men of genius and about little children. Her voice was as musical as a morning bell and her silences were like vespers. "I have never seen anyone so lovely as you are," said the woman. "You can be as lovely to all people as I seem to be lovely to you, " said the Angel as she rose to depart. Six months passed by and the once unlovely woman walked with her lover under the canopy of a sky which was Mediterranean blue. "You move as gracefully as a floating cloud, " he said. In her reply there was the the music of words, for she had learned how beautiful a human voice can be. "O, my beloved," she answered. Reprinted without permission by Graystone Taken from the Angels of the Earth by Wilson WacDonald Thomas Nelsons & Sons, Limited of Canada