The bells of St. Stephen's were pealing again, in homage to the holy season. From the soaring spire of Vienna's beautiful old cathedral they rang out the hopes and fears of hard-pressed little Austria—and they spoke, too, with a solemn undertone for all the Western world.
St. Stephen's has been a Western watchtower down the centuries. Eight hundred years ago it rose near the site of a Roman fort on the barbarian frontier. Three hundred years ago it looked out on the Turkish horde sweeping in from the East. During the siege of...
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