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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Rosa's Quest</p> +<p> The Way to the Beautiful Land</p> +<p>Author: Anna Potter Wright</p> +<p>Release Date: November 25, 2005 [eBook #17152]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROSA'S QUEST***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Josephine Paolucci,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (https://www.pgdp.net/)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 310px;"> +<img src="images/Cover.jpg" width="310" height="443" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1>ROSA'S QUEST</h1> + +<h3>OR</h3> + +<h1>THE WAY TO THE BEAUTIFUL LAND</h1> + + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>ANNA POTTER WRIGHT</h2> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h5>THE MOODY PRESS<br /> +153 Institute Place<br /> +<span class="smcap">Chicago</span><br /> +</h5> + +<h5> +Copyright, 1904, by<br /> +The Moody Bible Institute<br /> +of Chicago<br /> +<br /> +Printed in United States of America.</h5> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><i>To my mother,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>who abides in the "beautiful land,"</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>I dedicate this, my first book.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>CHAPTER.</td><td align='right'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I. "How Much is the Fare?"</td><td align='right'><a href="#I"><b>9</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>II. Esther's Perplexity</td><td align='right'><a href="#II"><b>19</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>III. Rosa's Mother Moves</td><td align='right'><a href="#III"><b>26</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>IV. Life with Mrs. Gray</td><td align='right'><a href="#IV"><b>37</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>V. The Way Sought</td><td align='right'><a href="#V"><b>51</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VI. The Way Found</td><td align='right'><a href="#VI"><b>68</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VII. Victory!</td><td align='right'><a href="#VII"><b>91</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VIII. Dust to Dust</td><td align='right'><a href="#VIII"><b>105</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>IX. "A Little Child Shall Lead Them"</td><td align='right'><a href="#IX"><b>112</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Afterword</td><td align='right'><a href="#AFTERWORD"><b>121</b></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/image006.jpg" width="250" height="135" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<h2><a name="I" id="I"></a>I.</h2> + +<h3>"HOW MUCH IS THE FARE?"</h3> + + +<p>"Rosa! Rosa!"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm, Mis' Gray, I'm coming."</p> + +<p>"Well, fer land sakes then, hurry up, you lazy girl! I've been +a-hollerin' till my throat's sore. You're always underfoot when you +ain't wanted, then when you are wanted, you're no place to be found. If +you wuz my girl, you'd be learnt to know more'n you know now, I can tell +you that. I believe in young uns amountin' to somethin', but it's mighty +little you know."</p> + +<p>"But, Mis' Gray," faltered poor little Rosa, "mother was coughing awful, +and I didn't hear you."</p> + +<p>"Yes, your ma ag'in. I don't know what you'll have fer an excuse when +she's gone, or what'll become of you either. I know one thing, though; I +won't have you. But it'd be a heap sight better fer you if I would, and +a real blessin', too."</p> + +<p>"Why, where's mother going, Mis' Gray?" asked Rosa with wide-open and +frightened eyes.</p> + +<p>"There, there, Sary, don't talk to the child so! Never mind, Rosa dear, +Sary don't mean it. Sary's a good woman, yes, a very good woman."</p> + +<p>"I do too mean it, father, and I jest want you to keep still. You always +take her part. Yes, I am a good woman, or I'd never kep' you after poor +Tom got killed. I have to sew my finger ends off to git us enough to eat +and to pay the rent. I always did have bad luck from the day I married +Tom Gray. He would insist on keepin' you, and you wuz sick that summer +he couldn't git no work. He'd walk all day a-tryin' to find somethin' to +do, then set up all night with you, though I told him it wuzn't +necessary. I washed and I sewed and I done everything, but our little +home had to go. I thought then, and I think now, that we could a-kep' +it, if it hadn't been fer you. If Tom could git hold of a cent at all, +it would go fer medicine, or somethin' fer you to eat. After you got +well, he found a place to work, and wuz a-tryin' to git back the home, +when he went and got killed, a-tryin' to keep a poor, good-fer-nothin' +beggar from bein' run over by the streetcar. All he left me wuz you to +look after, and you ain't never had a bit of sense, since the day he +wuz brought home to me all torn and bleedin'. There ain't many that's +had as much to put up with as I have. I guess most daughters-in-law +would jest have told you to leave, but no, I've been a-keepin' you fer +the last five years, and no tellin' how much longer you'll live! And you +didn't mind me this mornin', and I sprained my ankle a-goin'—"</p> + +<p>"Grandpa," broke in Rosa, heedless of Mrs. Gray's irascible tongue, +"what does she mean about mother going away?"</p> + +<p>"Why, I don't know, child; I ain't heard no talk about her leavin', but +then I git things so mixed up since Tom died."</p> + +<p>"Rosa Browning, I didn't call you in here to ask foolish questions. I +want you to deliver this package, and quick, too. If you hadn't talked +so much, you could be well on your way by this time. It goes to that +lady over on Lake Avenue, where I sent you once before."</p> + +<p>"Oh, where I heard the beautiful music?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but don't you loiter on your way to listen to no music! Fine music +ain't for the likes of us here on Burton street. It's a shame fer me to +have to pay your carfare, but I 'spose you can't carry that big package +so far. If you'd spend a little more time a-workin', and a little less +a-lookin' after your ma, you'd have more strength, I won't have it said +that I git work done fer nothin', so I'll give you ten cents besides. +You git a piece of beefsteak with it, and I'll broil it fer your ma's +supper. You couldn't fix it fit to eat, nohow. I hope to goodness she +won't cough all night and keep me awake."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you, Mis' Gray, you are so kind," delightedly exclaimed Rosa, +her wan little face lighting up with genuine pleasure at the thought +that mother was going to have something good for supper.</p> + +<p>"Now do be gone, and don't talk no more. You're enough to set me crazy, +you and father."</p> + +<p>"I'm off now, Mis' Gray. Goodby, grandpa dear," she affectionately said, +kissing the old man's withered cheek, for these two children of the +tenement, the one eight and the other eighty, were the best of friends.</p> + +<p>"Rosa," called once again Mrs. Gray's shrill voice, as the child was +making her way across the dark hall, "come back here!"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm, Mis' Gray, here I am."</p> + +<p>"You're so awful careless, you see to it that you don't lose that money +I give you. If you do, you'll be sorry. You won't git the pay fer the +work; I wouldn't trust you with that, nohow. Now hurry up and don't +waste another minute! Wait! can't you <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>give me a chance to tell you what +I want? You're so provokin'. Be sure to tell your ma where you're goin', +and that it'll take you about an hour and a half. I don't want her +a-gettin' scared and a-hollerin' 'round and a-sendin' some one after +you, like she did that day you didn't git home till dark. She acted +ridiculous, as if she thought you never would come back. I couldn't fer +the life of me see what made her do so; it was real silly, and I told +her so at the time. I did think, though, that you'd ought to be licked +fer not hurryin' up more, but she jest kissed you and cried all the more +when I said so. Go and tell her now, and be sure you don't drop that +package in the dirt."</p> + +<p>This time Rosa started on a run, lest she might be called back once +more. She feared the tyrant, but vainly endeavored to love her for +grandpa's sake. He so often told her that "Sary was a good woman, yes, a +very good woman."</p> + +<p>"Mother dear," she said, upon entering their one poverty-stricken, but +scrupulously neat, little room, "I'm going to deliver a package over on +Lake Avenue for Mis' Gray, and will not be back for about an hour and a +half, she told me to tell you; and she gave me ten cents, too. Ain't +that nice? I'm going to get some beefsteak, and she'll broil it.</p> + +<p>"But, mother, she said something about your going <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>away, and didn't know +what would become of me. You won't move, will you, without taking me +along? I don't know what she could have meant. What did she mean, +anyhow? Why do you cry, mother dear?" tremulously inquired the child, +rushing impulsively up to the side of the bed.</p> + +<p>"We'll talk when you come back, darling. Kiss me, my precious"; and the +sufferer fell back upon her pillow, coughing violently, and moaning for +very agony of spirit.</p> + +<p>With a heart heavier than the huge package, Rosa sped down the steep +stairway, out into the bitter December weather.</p> + +<p>"Oh," she said, half audibly, "how cold it is! I'm glad I haven't far to +go to take the car."</p> + +<p>Quickly her nimble feet carried her, and in a few minutes she was +scrutinizing the faces of her fellow-passengers. Sitting across the +aisle from her was a young lady, who to Rosa seemed the embodiment of +beauty and elegance. While intently studying the fair face and neat +costume, this object of her admiration suddenly crossed the car and sat +down by her side. The sweet smile and cordial greeting made the child +forget her timidity, and soon the two were conversing most familiarly.</p> + +<p>"And so you are going to deliver that package over on Lake Avenue, are +you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm, and Mis' Gray gave me ten cents fer it, too. I'm going to get +some steak, and she will broil it for mother's supper. Ain't that nice? +I'd think I'd be happy, but I ain't a bit. I keep wondering what she +meant about mother going away, and she didn't know what would become of +me. Why, lady, mother just can't move now; she's sick and has a dreadful +cough! She hasn't even been in to see grandpa and Mis' Gray for a long +time. Then I know, anyhow, she'd never go and leave me. Of course she +wouldn't, for we're always together. She couldn't get along without me, +'cause I take care of her, and I know I couldn't get along without her +at all. Mis' Gray ought to know that, for we've lived by her a long +time. What do you 'spose she meant? I can't think about anything else."</p> + +<p>"Why, my little girl," replied the stranger, while Rosa was more +mystified than ever to see the blue eyes fill with tears, "sometimes +when people are sick, they go to a better country than this. Do you know +about heaven?"</p> + +<p>"Not much, ma'am. When Mis' Gray goes away and mother's working, grandpa +gets his old violin and sings to me about the beautiful land. He says +that's heaven, but he can't explain it much to me. He says he can't +think right since Tom got killed. You know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> Tom was his boy. Grandpa is +so good. When mother moves, I know she will take me, and I wish he could +go too. But, lady, do you 'spose that's the place where mother's going?"</p> + +<p>"I hope so, dear, for she would not cough any more there."</p> + +<p>"Oh, wouldn't she? I'll tell her about it, then. But how much is the +fare? We're poor, you know."</p> + +<p>"You do not have to pay any fare to go to that beautiful land, because +Jesus paid it all long ago."</p> + +<p>"Oh, how kind! He must be so good. Last night I wakened, and mother +kissed me and said that Jesus surely would take care of me. Are you real +sure He paid the fare for everybody?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know it, for God so loved the world that He gave His only +begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but +have everlasting life."</p> + +<p>"Ain't that pretty! But where do you start from to get there?"</p> + +<p>"Your mother could go right from your home."</p> + +<p>"But she just ain't able to go any place; she can't sit up much now. +I'll tell her about it, though, then when she's better, we'll both go. +Does it take long to get there?"</p> + +<p>"No, not so very."</p> + +<p>"I wish we'd known it before it got so cold. It <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>might make her cough +worse to go out now. Are there many people in this land?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, a great many."</p> + +<p>"Are there more going?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, they are going all the time."</p> + +<p>"Do people here in the city know about it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Then why didn't somebody tell me before mother got so sick? I just +can't bear to see her suffer so, and we might be there now. I'm afraid +it will be a long time before she's well enough to start. Oh, if I'd +only known! I'd think somebody should have told me.</p> + +<p>"Do folks have enough to eat there? Sometimes since mother's not been +able to work much, we get so awful hungry."</p> + +<p>"They have everything they want, and never get hungry."</p> + +<p>"Everything they want, and never get hungry?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"And is it cold there?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Do they have to pay rent?"</p> + +<p>"No, for Jesus has paid for everything."</p> + +<p>"Oh, oh! won't it be nice? How glad mother will be when I tell her, for +it has been so hard for us to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>get along this winter. The rent is due +next Monday, and we have nothing to pay it with, but if mother is just +well enough to go, it won't make no difference. But the very best part +of all, she won't be coughing any more!</p> + +<p>"Oh!" half screamed Rosa, "I forgot to get off, and have gone a whole +block past Lake Avenue. What would Mis' Gray say to me?"</p> + +<p>Without another word she was gone, for already the car was beginning to +move on. Scarcely realizing what she did, she ran after it for a short +distance. With a great pang, she remembered that the girl had not told +her the way to the beautiful land, where mother might go and never cough +any more.</p> + +<p>Half stunned by bewilderment and disappointment, and with her heart +heavier than before, she delivered her package, purchased the steak, and +in due time was again at the sufferer's bedside.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 238px;"> +<img src="images/image016.jpg" width="238" height="135" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + +<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II.</h2> + +<h3>ESTHER'S PERPLEXITY.</h3> + + +<p>The day was gradually fading into darkness.</p> + +<p>Esther Fairfax, with sadness upon her usually sunshiny face, was sitting +before her cheery open fire, fruitlessly endeavoring to become +interested in her newly-purchased book.</p> + +<p>Her room was by no means elegantly furnished, but every article it +contained, from the rugs upon the floor to the pictures upon the wall, +reflected the refinement and culture of the fair young occupant.</p> + +<p>Presently, closing her book and tossing it carelessly from her hand, she +settled back upon her couch for good solid meditation, while tears +gathered in her deep blue eyes, chasing each other in rapid succession +down her flushed cheeks.</p> + +<p>For some time she lived over the events of the afternoon, recalling +minutely the details of the unusual conversation with the untaught but +interesting child.</p> + +<p>"Oh," she thought, "I shall never forget those words, 'How much is the +fare? We're poor you know.' If only I knew where she lives, that I might +go and see her and minister to the comforts of the dying mother! The +hungry wistfulness of those eyes seems burned into my very soul.</p> + +<p>"Father, I am so glad you have come," she said, hastily rising upon +hearing the familiar footstep in the hall. "I have been waiting a long +time for your return."</p> + +<p>"Why, my child, you have been crying. What is it? Are you ill, or have +you received an unwelcome message?"</p> + +<p>"No, neither, father, but I am so troubled about a little girl I saw in +the car this afternoon, and who disappeared almost magically."</p> + +<p>"Come into my study and tell me all about it, Esther."</p> + +<p>Although Dr. Fairfax was the pastor of one of the largest churches in +the city, he always had time for his beloved and motherless daughter.</p> + +<p>"When I was coming from down town this afternoon," she began, "a very +small girl with a very large <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>package in her arms stepped aboard the +car. Her face was so sweet and innocent that one would notice it even in +a crowd, but overshadowed by an expression of care far too heavy for her +baby years. Her eyes were large, dark and unusually lustrous, while her +wavy brown hair fell about her face and neck in rich profusion. Her +clothing was scant and old, but clean and very neatly mended. The whole +appearance of the child was so pathetically irresistible that I went and +sat down by her side, taking her cold little hand within my own.</p> + +<p>"She talked freely, telling me that her name is Rosa Browning. As I now +recall the conversation, I find that I know but little indeed of her +actual circumstances, and nothing at all of the location of her home.</p> + +<p>"She spoke most tenderly now and then of 'grandpa', and occasionally +mentioned 'Mis' Gray', who, I imagine, is not specially noted for her +amiability. But oh, father, when she would refer to her mother, it +seemed that her heart was almost crushed with anxiety, and that her +burden was greater than she could bear!"</p> + +<p>With tears still flowing, Esther then told of Rosa's bewilderment +concerning her mother's rumored moving, and of her own efforts to +explain what this moving probably meant.</p> + +<p>The strong man, accustomed as he was to the tales <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>of woe and misery +among the poor and outcast, bowed his head and wept also. The pathos of +the child's simple, direct questions impressed him quite as much as it +had Esther.</p> + +<p>"'But how much is the fare? How much is the fare?'" he repeated over and +over.</p> + +<p>"Truly you answered well, daughter. We have no fare to pay, no, none, +for Jesus paid it all! But what a price—the life of the Son of the Most +High God, who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be +equal with God: but made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the +form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: and being found +in fashion as a man, He humbled Himself, and became obedient unto death, +even the death of the cross!"</p> + +<p>For some minutes they remained in silence, lost in the thought of the +price of redemption.</p> + +<p>"It is unfathomable, father," at last Esther said softly, "and to think +that His death was for even little Rosa, and the poor child knew nothing +about it! I felt ashamed and speechless when she asked me why she had +never been told before, having no reasonable answer whatever to give. I +wish I could tell you with what earnestness she said, 'Are you real sure +He paid the fare for everybody?' A fact so stupendous seemed quite +beyond her power of comprehension."</p> + +<p>"Yes, daughter, His death included the fare for her <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>as well as for you +and for me. In every soul He sees a pearl of greatest price."</p> + +<p>"But Rosa left before I could explain anything to her about the way of +salvation. Perhaps she will find no one to tell her, and her mother is +almost dead. Oh, that I knew where she lives! All she needs is some one +to guide her, then perhaps she would lead her mother and grandpa, and +even Mrs. Gray into the light of His love.</p> + +<p>"Why is it, father, that so few Christians speak of Jesus to those whom +they meet? They talk fluently of everything else, but the mentioning of +His name seemingly paralyzes their tongues. This city is full of +churches, with many thousands who profess to be the Lord's, yet Rosa in +reality has never heard of Him. Every day of her life, as she goes upon +the street, or is in a car, she comes into contact with some one who +might lead her precious little soul to Christ. Just one moment of +conversation would help her so, and is it possible that there is none +who cares? Why is it? How can those who know Him truly be so utterly +indifferent?"</p> + +<p>"My child, you ask me what I cannot answer. I spend many hours of prayer +and study upon every sermon I preach, and seek to deliver it in the +power of the Holy Spirit. Then after having cast myself utterly upon +Him, it is simply crushing to know that at <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>times the message falls upon +deaf ears. The tide of worldliness sweeping over the churches is at the +root of the whole matter. Many to whom I preach are saved, but oh, so +few <i>surrendered</i>! They want just enough of Christ to help them in times +of trouble, to make sure of heaven being their ultimate goal, and just +as much of this world as they can possibly carry along. It is their +ambition to be His for eternity, but not for time. Oh, that they might +know the unspeakable joy of a consecrated life, and of leading souls to +Him! After once experiencing it, the charms of this world sink into +utter insignificance, while the realities of the next become more and +more certain.</p> + +<p>"The weight of my responsibility well nigh crushes me at times, for the +Lord knows that I want to lead His people aright. How I yearn for +absolute surrender upon the part of myself and of my church! When I +remember Christ's words, 'Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth +speaketh,' it makes me fear that many, indeed, of this generation shall +say in vain at that day, Lord, Lord! It is a fearful thing for those who +profess to know Him, to go up into His presence, leaving behind some +still groping in darkness because of their unfaithfulness. If it is +possible now for the Saviour ever to be unhappy, surely lukewarm +Christians must pain Him the most."</p> + +<p>"Father, I want to find Rosa. If I had been more <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>eager for her soul and +for the glory of the Lord, I should have left the car and followed her. +How can I begin the search? It seems so utterly impossible, yet I must."</p> + +<p>"My darling, it would be folly for you to try to find this child, but +let us ask God to send her to us. He can direct in some way. He sees her +this very moment, and sees us as well."</p> + +<p>A new and radiant light flooded Esther's face with joy, as they arose +from their knees.</p> + +<p>"I am sure He will hear us, father, dear," she said, "for it was by no +mere chance I saw her today. The Lord's directing hand was in it. He +will, I know, forgive my unfaithfulness and open another opportunity.</p> + +<p>"Let us sing 'The Home of the Soul', father. How mother loved that song, +when she knew that soon she would behold the beauties of the place!"</p> + +<p>The two voices, the one a sweet soprano, the other a fine tenor, blended +in the old-time hymn:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The far away home of the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where no storms ever beat on that glittering strand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the years of eternity roll."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>At the conclusion of the song, Esther kissed her father and quietly left +the room.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 236px;"> +<img src="images/image023.jpg" width="236" height="139" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III.</h2> + +<h3>ROSA'S MOTHER MOVES.</h3> + + +<p>"Miss Browning, here's your steak I broiled fer you and some toast and +tea. I fixed some fer Rosa, too you're so mighty queer, I knew you +wouldn't eat unless she had some. I can't afford to buy her any more, +and there ain't many that'd done it this time. I have to work awful hard +fer all I git."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Mrs. Gray, you are very kind, but," she added softly, lest +Rosa who had run in to speak to grandpa might hear, "if only I knew what +would become of her! Oh, my poor child! how can I bear to leave her, and +what will her future be?"</p> + +<p>The moans of the poor, tortured mother, whose life was fast ebbing away, +were most piteous.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>"Now, Mis' Browning, don't take on so; chirk up a bit! She's plenty old +enough to work and make her own livin'. Of course you couldn't expect me +to say I'd keep her. Land sakes! Grandpa's all I can manage now, and +he's gittin' worse and more tryin' every day. Why, jest this mornin' +when I wuz that busy I didn't know what to do a-finishin' up that +sewin', what should he do but stumble ag'in the coal pail and upset the +whole thing right on the floor, and jest after I'd scrubbed, too! Then I +thought I'd git rid of him a few minutes by sendin' him to the grocery. +Of course I never trust him with a cent of money. They know him at the +corner grocery, so it's all right; but it all comes of my credit a-bein' +so good, that's the reason. Well, I told him it wuz not necessary fer +him to be gone but fifteen minutes, but when he wuz gone twenty, I had +to put my work down and go after him. I'd better have gone in the first +place. That's always the way when I trust him fer anything, it jest +makes it that much harder fer me in the end. I had to go clean down the +stairs, and in some way twisted my ankle, so I ain't got over it yet; +then I saw him a-comin', but that slow, it made me real provoked. If +he'd jest a-hurried up a little, it would have saved me all that +trouble. He said he wuz tired, but I think I wuz the one to be tired, +a-hurryin' down them steps so, and a-gittin' hurt, too.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>"Land sakes, Mis' Browning, I'd think you could see I have my hands +more'n full now, though I don't wonder you would like to have Rosa +brought up by me. I could train her mighty well, so as she'd know how to +do somethin'. She's old enough to work, and I'll keep an eye on her and +correct her whenever she needs it, and that'll be often. I'd think you'd +ought to be satisfied with that. There ain't many that'd take sech an +interest in a homeless little waif, I can tell you.</p> + +<p>"You eat your supper now, and I'll tell Rosa to come home. That's one +thing she'll have to quit, a-wastin' so much time. What she sees in +grandpa is more'n I can tell, fer he ain't got a bit of sense. Often in +the night he wakes me up a-hollerin' and a-carryin' on a-thinkin' he's a +boy ag'in. There's not many as patient as I am, or they wouldn't put up +with it."</p> + +<p>Every word was a knife thrust through the sensitive, bleeding heart of +the distracted mother.</p> + +<p>"Oh," she thought, "that some one in this great, crowded city might love +my darling, and that she need not fall into the hands of this woman!</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Gray," she asked excitedly, and with an effort controlling the +great dry sobs which were choking her, "won't you promise me one thing? +Won't you keep Rosa at least till spring? What can my baby do without <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>a +home and without a mother, especially when the weather is so bitterly +cold? The mere thought of such a possibility drives me insane with fear +and grief. She can run errands for you, and grandpa loves her so. Do not +deny me, for I am almost dead!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gray half staggered backward, for never before had she heard Mrs. +Browning speak with such intensity. The dark eyes riveted upon her +conquered even this unfeeling heart, and before realizing the import of +her words, granted the request. "But," she added in the same breath, +"there ain't many that'd do it, I can tell you that."</p> + +<p>"And be gentle with her, Mrs. Gray. She is so affectionate, she will +miss her mother and the love I have always bestowed upon her."</p> + +<p>Thinking that other promises still more difficult to fulfill might be +exacted, Mrs. Gray hastily left the room.</p> + +<p>"Thank God," the mother murmured falling back upon her pillow, "my baby +will have food and shelter at least till spring, but how she will miss +the love!"</p> + +<p>The hot tears began coursing down the flushed cheeks, causing Rosa to +give a cry of alarm as she stepped up to the bedside.</p> + +<p>"Mother dear, do you feel worse? Why do you cry?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>"My darling, mother is tired now and cannot talk. Pull the little table +up by the bed, then if I can eat some supper, we shall talk afterward. +There is something I want to tell you."</p> + +<p>Mechanically she obeyed, weighted beneath the feeling that something +dreadful was about to happen. The trembling of the tiny hands and +twitching of the delicate face betrayed a heart suffering which a child +of her tender years should never know.</p> + +<p>The odor of the steak, while being broiled, had given Rosa an appetite, +for her dinner had consisted only of boiled potatoes. Now, however, that +mother apparently did not relish her supper, it seemed that every +mouthful would choke her.</p> + +<p>With a feeling of relief, the supper things at last were cleared away, +and Rosa sat down by the sufferer, taking her hot thin hand within her +own.</p> + +<p>"You need not talk, mother, if you do not feel like it, but I do so want +to know about the moving, and you won't go without me, will you? But oh, +I have such good news, I must tell you the very first thing! Mebbe it +will change your plans and make it easier to know what to do.</p> + +<p>"I saw a lovely lady today, and she told me about a beautiful land some +place, where folks never cough no more, and they don't have to pay rent, +and they have <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>all they want to eat. And she said, too, that it don't +cost nothing to go, nor after you get there, 'cause Jesus paid all the +fare a long time ago. I wish I knew where to find Jesus, so He could +explain all about it. I had to leave the car before the lady could tell +me the way. I think He must be so good to pay the fare for everybody. +There's no mistake, 'cause she said something about God so loving the +world. I don't know what she meant, but it was so pretty. I know I'd +love Jesus so, if I could only find Him, and He'd tell us how to go, I'm +sure He would.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother, why do you cry so much? Don't feel so, for I'll try my very +best to find out the way, then we'll both go. It will be so nice, won't +it, for you not to have a cough no more? And mebbe we can manage to get +off before the rent is due again."</p> + +<p>The anxious little nurse, old beyond her years, tenderly kissed the +pallid brow, repeating soothingly the assurance that in some way she +would find out how to reach this beautiful land.</p> + +<p>"O God," at last the invalid faltered after several minutes of silence, +"forgive me and take me to that beautiful land, for Jesus' sake, and +care for my darling!</p> + +<p>"Rosa dear, my breath is growing very short, but I must tell you +something. You are too young to know <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>what it all means now, but try to +remember, and sometime you will understand.</p> + +<p>"Just ten years ago today I was married to your father, Harold Browning; +and you are so like him, precious.</p> + +<p>"I was left an orphan at the age of fourteen, and from that time till +the day of marriage, made my living by clerking in a down-town store. +Your father, too, was alone in the world, and how we loved each other!</p> + +<p>"We rented a small furnished flat, which to me was a paradise. Your +father was a bookkeeper on a comfortable salary, and for a time all went +well. At the end of the second year you were born, and then our joy knew +no bounds. Every evening while holding you in his arms, we would plan +for the future, you being the center of everything. There was not a +shadow over our lives, till one morning he was not able to go to work. +In a few hours he became so very ill that in great alarm I summoned the +doctor. Then followed weeks of suspense, the days being divided between +hope and fear, till at last all thought of his recovery was given up. My +anguish was too deep for tears. I went around as one stunned, not +knowing at times what I was about. Your dear father tried to comfort me, +pointing me to Jesus whom he loved intensely, but who I said was cruel +to allow <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>our little home nest thus ruthlessly to be broken up.</p> + +<p>"What happened the last days of his life to me is a blank, for I myself +was very ill. When I recovered and paid all the bills, there was not one +cent left for us. I could hold the flat no longer, so moved here on +Burton street, making our living, as you know, darling, by the day's +work. It has been very hard, for often I have felt unable to be out of +bed; but then I could not let my Rosa suffer."</p> + +<p>The intervals when the poor heartbroken woman had to stop to regain her +breath, were growing more frequent.</p> + +<p>"But, dearest," she continued, and in her earnestness she raised herself +partly up, "the worst of all has been that I have tried to carry the +burden alone. Your father told me that I must be brave for your sake, +and that Jesus would help me; but I would not let Him.</p> + +<p>"Last night and today I have been praying much, and now, thank God, it +is all right!"</p> + +<p>Rosa wondered at the expression of joy flooding her mother's face, +immediately followed by one of deepest grief.</p> + +<p>"Bend closer, darling, my voice is becoming so weak that you cannot +hear! I am so sorry that I did not do as your father said, and have +never taught you <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>of Jesus, and now it is—too late!—I'm glad—the +lady—told you.—Yes,—He paid—the fare!—I'm—going—to move—now—to +that—beautiful land!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother," sobbed Rosa, beginning to realize a little of the import +of her words, "please, oh, please don't leave me! What could I ever do +without you? Nobody loves me but you and grandpa, and I just can't stand +it, if you go away."</p> + +<p>With her last atom of strength, the dying mother kissed her child, +whispering just so that Rosa could hear:</p> + +<p>"Find someone—to tell you—the way,—and come—to +that—beautiful—land—where you will—find Jesus—and mother!"</p> + +<p>So calmly did she fall back upon her pillow that Rosa, though +awe-struck, thought she was sleeping. Still clasping the thin hand, she +noticed the chill. Cautiously, lest she might disturb the sleeper, she +slipped off her little flannel skirt, the last article made by her +mother, and wrapped the cold hands within its folds. The scant coverings +she also tucked up more closely and put their last bit of coal upon the +fire.</p> + +<p>Till midnight she sat by the bed, wondering why mother was so very +still, and why she was growing so cold. At last, being able to endure +the suspense <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>no longer, stepping across the hall, she called for Mrs. +Gray.</p> + +<p>"Land sakes, child, why ain't you in bed this time of night?"</p> + +<p>"Please, Mis' Gray, I'd like to borrow a comfort, 'cause mother's so +awful cold, and I can't get her warm."</p> + +<p>"Well, when a body's as accommodatin' as I am, I 'spose they must expect +to be bothered any time of day or night, too. I'll git up and see what +your ma wants. Glad of one thing, she ain't kept me awake by her +coughin' tonight, anyway; but it comes from me fixin' her a decent +supper, I reckon."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gray stepped to the door of Mrs. Browning's room, but something +impelled her to stop. A fear seized her, while involuntarily she +clutched Rosa's trembling hand.</p> + +<p>There was no light in the room, save that which shone from across the +hall, the faint rays falling directly over the motionless form upon the +bed.</p> + +<p>"Mis' Browning," she cautiously asked, "do you want anything?"</p> + +<p>"Mother doesn't hear, Mis' Gray," said Rosa sobbing violently and +throwing herself within the cold arms, kissing over and over the lips +hitherto so responsive to her own.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>"Mother dear, don't you hear me? Oh, wake up, please do! I want you so. +I don't know the way, and will get lost to go alone."</p> + +<p>"Rosa," said Mrs. Gray almost gently, "git up and go and stay with +grandpa till I tell you to come in here, and don't you come before. I'll +have to go down them steps ag'in fer an undertaker."</p> + +<p>"What is an undertaker, Mis' Gray, and what do they do? Will they take +mother to the beautiful land?"</p> + +<p>"Didn't you hear me tell you to go in and stay with grandpa? So go right +this minute, and ask no more questions. You do beat all fer askin' +questions, anyhow. You might as well learn now as any time to mind, +since I have to keep you till spring. I ain't the woman to go back on my +word, but there ain't many but what would, a-promisin' under the +circumstances."</p> + +<p>The little heart was nearly crushed with a feeling of perplexity and of +indescribable dread, but, after all, there was some comfort in being +alone with grandpa.</p> + +<p>Stealing softly into his room, she found him sitting by the stove; and +climbing up into his lap, pillowing her tired head upon his shoulder, +the two lonely children, soothing each other, were soon fast asleep.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/image034.jpg" width="250" height="144" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV.</h2> + +<h3>LIFE WITH MRS. GRAY.</h3> + + +<p>The events of the next few days were like a troubled dream to Rosa, as +she in vain endeavored to comprehend the meaning of all the mysterious +things going on about her. Only once was she allowed to look upon the +silent sleeper. That was just before the arrival of the great black +carriage, which, she was sure, would take her mother to the beautiful +land.</p> + +<p>"Rosa ain't goin' to the burial, I can tell you that," announced Mrs. +Gray to a neighbor, "or she'd be a-hollerin' in her sleep all winter. +I've been broke of my rest so much that I ain't goin' to be bothered +with her any more'n I can help from now on. I didn't promise to keep her +only till spring, but I can make her run errands and sich, so it won't +cost me a great sight. I <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>can't afford it no other way, and Mis' +Browning was unreasonable, anyhow, to ask it of me."</p> + +<p>Rosa and grandpa stood hand in hand, watching the small procession until +it disappeared around the corner.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa," queried Rosa in a tearful voice, "do you know where that +beautiful land is where folks never cough no more, and where they don't +have to pay rent? That's where mother's going, and she told me to find +out the way, so I could go too."</p> + +<p>"'Pears like I'd ought to know, child, fer that's where Tom went. I +can't think much somehow, but, Rosa," he added tenderly, drawing her up +closer to his side, "I don't want you to go and leave me, fer I'm so +lonesome. Sary's a good woman, yes, a very good woman, but it seems like +I need you, too, dearie."</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, if we'd start out together, don't you think we could find it? +Folks have all they want to eat there, and I'm hungry now."</p> + +<p>"Why, yes, yes, mebbe we could! Some way I'm gittin' homesick. I don't +like it here in the city, and it seems like I used to know more about +that land than I do now. Since poor Tom got killed, I can't remember no +how.</p> + +<p>"Sometimes in the night I git that happy, but if I make a little noise, +Sary wakes me up, 'cause it bothers <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>her, then that spoils it all. I +think I'm back in the country ag'in, and the church bell is a-ringin' of +a Sunday mornin'. Tom's mother and me start out from the little cottage, +and I'm a-carryin' Tom. We walk down the cool grassy lane with the brook +a-runnin' on one side, and the trees is a-wavin' in the soft breeze, and +the birds is a-singin', and Tom's mother stops to pick some wild roses. +And the little white meetin' house with the steeple a-p'intin' straight +up. My Rosa, I wish you could see it, and with vines a-growin' all over +it! I can 'most git it, then it slips away ag'in. If I could jest be +inside of that meetin' house once more, it would all come straight, I +know, fer there they used to talk and sing about that land and Jesus."</p> + +<p>"Yes, grandpa, you know it was Jesus that paid the fare. Wasn't He kind +to do that? 'cause if He hadn't poor folks couldn't go."</p> + +<p>"Yes, mighty kind, mighty kind!</p> + +<p>"Rosa," after a pause, "come real close," and the faded eyes sparkled +with a new thought; "I want to whisper somethin' so nobody'll hear. The +very first day Sary's away, let's start out, and mebbe we can find some +one to tell us how to go. Will you, child?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, grandpa, good! then we'll find mother."</p> + +<p>In her delight she clapped her hands for very joy.</p> + +<p>"Sh! sh! child, Sary might hear, and that would <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>spoil it all, though of +course Sary's a good woman, yes, a very good woman. You won't tell, will +you?"</p> + +<p>"No, no, grandpa, this'll be our secret. I'm just sure there must be +lots of folks that can tell us, for the fare is paid for everybody, and +they're going all the time. But I do wish we could find that pretty lady +again I saw on the car."</p> + +<p>"Yes, dearie, I wish so too, but I think we'll find it anyhow. I'm +a-gittin' so very homesick, we jest must."</p> + +<p>"Sing about that land, won't you, grandpa?"</p> + +<p>"All right, you git the fiddle. That's the only song I can remember. +They used to sing it in the little white meetin' house with the steeple +a-p'intin' straight up. Wish I could remember more, but I can't."</p> + +<p>In a quavery voice he sang many times over the grand old hymn:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The far away home of the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where no storms ever beat on that glittering strand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the years of eternity roll.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, that home of the soul in my visions and dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its bright, jasper walls I can see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I fancy but thinly the vail intervenes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Between that fair city and me!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That unchangeable home is for you and for me,<br /></span><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0">Where Jesus of Nazareth stands;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King of all kingdoms forever is He,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And He holdeth our crowns in His hands.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So free from all sorrow and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To meet one another again!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"That must be the place, grandpa, for it says Jesus is there, and that +we'll meet one another again."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, child, it's the place, I'm mighty sure of that, and I'm so +glad we're a-goin' to find it. I'll like it so much better than the +city. I wonder I ain't gone before."</p> + +<p>The two sang and talked till the twilight began to fall, then they heard +Mrs. Gray shuffling up the stairs.</p> + +<p>"Now don't fergit and tell, Rosa," hurriedly whispered grandpa.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no indeed, and we'll go the very first chance we have. Won't mother +be glad to see us?"</p> + +<p>"Land sakes, Rosa, you look and act a heap like you'd jest lost your ma. +I heard that fiddle and you a-singin' with grandpa long before I got up +the steps. But it is real lucky fer you, though, that I'll have you to +manage till spring. You'll learn how to do somethin' a-stayin' here with +me, or I'll miss my guess.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>"Why ain't you got a brisker fire started up fer supper? Do it right +this minute. It'll be somethin' new fer you to have a cooked meal every +day, and sometimes two or three of them. But you'll have to earn them +first, or eat by yourself, and jest what you can git.</p> + +<p>"I ain't a-goin' to keep you fer nothin'. Hurry up now, fer I'm cold, +and my ankle's 'most a-killin' me. Father'd ought to be shook yet, fer +causin' me so much trouble. No tellin' how much longer it'll pain me, +and I shouldn't wonder if it'd lay me up."</p> + +<p>Thus rudely was Rosa's reverie broken in upon, bringing her face to face +with her present dingy surroundings in general, and with Mrs. Gray in +particular. Her first impulse was to run home, then in agony she +remembered that her mother was not there.</p> + +<p>Patiently she worked away till the fire was started. Mrs. Gray's bulky +form in the meantime was swinging energetically back and forth in the +one rocking chair of her two-room apartment, while her voluble tongue +wagged mercilessly on.</p> + +<p>"You can cook them potatoes and fry some mush and make me a cup of tea. +You and father can drink water; tea ain't good fer children nohow, ha, +ha!</p> + +<p>"Ugh, this fire feels good! I'm glad I ain't where your ma is tonight."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>"Why, Mis' Gray," half sobbed Rosa, "didn't mother go to the beautiful +land?"</p> + +<p>"You be still and git supper, and don't ask me no questions!"</p> + +<p>"There, there, dearie, don't cry! Of course your ma went there." It was +grandpa who spoke.</p> + +<p>"A heap you know about it, father, and I jest want you to keep still, +too!</p> + +<p>"Look out there! Don't you spatter no grease a-fryin' that mush, or +you'll wish you hadn't. I believe in the good old-fashioned rod, and +there's one stuck up over that door, handy like. See it?"</p> + +<p>To her great dismay, looking in the direction indicated, Rosa beheld a +cruel whip, the first one ever intended for her. Her little frame shook +so violently from fear that grandpa could endure it no longer.</p> + +<p>"Tut, tut, Sary; Rosa ain't the child to need no whippin', and don't +skeer the poor lamb so.</p> + +<p>"Never mind, dearie," reaching out for her a withered hand, "Sary don't +mean it; Sary's a good woman, yes, a very good woman."</p> + +<p>"Father, I want you to remember right now that you ain't to put no say +in when I correct her. There ain't but one boss here, and that's me, so +there! Do you understand? I 'spose not, though, fer you ain't got no +sense. You're tryin' enough, goodness knows, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>that there ain't many but +what'd use the rod on you."</p> + +<p>So blinded by tears that she could not see what she was doing, by +accident Rosa dropped a piece of the fried mush upon the floor.</p> + +<p>"There!" shrieked Mrs. Gray, "what did I tell you? I'm a-goin' to lick +you this very minute, now you jest see. I guess you'll learn to mind +after I've done it a few times."</p> + +<p>"Grandpa!" and with a bound Rosa jumped into the old man's outstretched +arms, while tears chased each other in quick succession down his faded +cheeks.</p> + +<p>Making an effort to arise hastily from her chair, Mrs. Gray with a sharp +cry of pain, suddenly sank backward again.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my ankle's plum give out—I can't take one step! But you never +mind, I'll lick you some other time, and you needn't fergit it neither. +Git right down and clean up that mush, and fix some hot water fer me to +put my foot in."</p> + +<p>Seeing the helpless condition of the tyrant, Rosa waited long enough +before obeying to kiss grandpa, and for him to whisper encouragingly:</p> + +<p>"Never mind, dearie; we'll go the very first chance we have, and if we +can't do no better, we'll run off."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 226px;"> +<img src="images/image042.jpg" width="226" height="346" alt=""There!" shrieked Mrs. Gray, "what did I tell you?" [Page +44." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"There!" shrieked Mrs. Gray, "what did I tell you?" [Page +44.</span> +</div> + +<p>With some degree of composure, Rosa performed her tasks, for evidently, +judging from the groans of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>the patient, the promised "lickin'" would be +indefinitely postponed.</p> + +<p>While eating supper, Mrs. Gray divided her attentions about equally +between the two helpless victims of her wrath. The sprained ankle was +entirely due to the fact that grandpa was gone twenty minutes instead of +fifteen, and that she, obliging woman that she was, took it upon herself +to make all the arrangements for Mrs. Browning, instead of looking after +her own welfare. Not many could be found who would do half as much for +others as she.</p> + +<p>The grease from that mush would stay in the floor all winter, seriously +injuring her reputation of being the best housekeeper in the thickly +populated building. She never could endure dirt and disorder, though +poverty-striken from the day she married Tom Gray.</p> + +<p>On the whole, Rosa was so thoroughly miserable that very little supper +could she eat. The thought that she and grandpa would soon find the +beautiful land and mother, was all that gave her even the slightest ray +of hope. "But," she added mentally, "I am sure mother would tell me to +stay and take care of Mis' Gray till she can walk again. She always did +do more talking than anything else, mother said so, mebbe she won't whip +me."</p> + +<p>The evening was long and gloomy, but Rosa was <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>kept busily employed, +carrying out the peremptory commands of the cripple. She bathed and +tenderly rubbed the offending ankle till her arm ached cruelly.</p> + +<p>At last, with a sigh of relief, wrapping herself up in a blanket and +lying down upon the floor, she dreamed till morning of mother, the +beautiful land, and of Jesus who paid the fare.</p> + +<p>For three weeks Mrs. Gray was unable to take a step except by using a +crutch, the pain at times being so severe that sewing was out of the +question.</p> + +<p>Her slender savings not being sufficient to meet the emergency of the +case, Rosa in her spare moments was obliged to run errands, tend babies +while the mothers were out working, or to do anything else chancing to +come her way.</p> + +<p>Her allowance of food often was meager, though never once did she +complain. Every day she was growing more thin and pale, her eyes more +large and lustrous, while her heart was almost breaking.</p> + +<p>Night after night the swollen ankle had to be gently rubbed, or Mrs. +Gray could not sleep. No word of praise ever escaped the cruel lips, but +fretting, scolding, and threats of the much talked of "lickin'" for that +grease spot upon the floor were the only reward the weary little worker +ever received.</p> + +<p>There was one, however, though his mind was badly <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>shattered, who saw +and understood, causing the feeble old man to suffer quite as intensely +as did the child.</p> + +<p>They could snatch opportunities only now and then for a word, fearing +that the ever-vigilant Mrs. Gray might discover their cherished secret.</p> + +<p>"Be brave, dearie," grandpa would sometimes whisper, "the very first +chance, you know!" Then Rosa's pensive face would light up with a smile +angelic, reflecting some of the very beauty itself of the land of which +they were so earnestly thinking.</p> + +<p>One Thursday afternoon, just as Mrs. Gray was beginning to walk again, +the postman stopped with a letter, a rare occurrence.</p> + +<p>"Land sakes, who can it be from?" she exclaimed, scrutinizing the +envelope quite long enough to have read the letter through.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to awful well," at last she soliloquized, "but don't 'spose +it'd be safe to leave grandpa and Rosa here alone. No tellin' what +they'd be up to. There ain't many that'd be as self-sacrificin' as I am, +and keep an old man that ain't got a drop of your own blood, then take +in as good as a street waif, too. If it wuzn't fer them, I'd do it, I +jest would!"</p> + +<p>Rosa's curiosity was aroused, but experience had taught her the futility +of asking questions.</p> + +<p>"Rosa," commanded the speaker, "bring me that tin can up there on the +shelf.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>"I guess I could manage the streetcar fare," she announced a few +minutes later, counting over several times Rosa's earnings in pennies, +nickels and dimes.</p> + +<p>"My old neighbor over on the south side wants me to come tomorrow and +stay till Monday. Bein' that I've had it so awful hard, I jest guess +I'll do it, and you can git along the best way you can. Let me see: I'll +go tomorrow afternoon, and be gone all day Saturday and Sunday and till +late Monday afternoon. I'll leave you fifteen cents apiece to live on, +and I guess you won't starve."</p> + +<p>Instinctively grandpa and Rosa cast a glance at each other. At last +their opportunity had come, and a better one by far than for which they +had dared to hope!</p> + +<p>The time intervening between the reception of the letter and her +departure, Mrs. Gray spent mostly in giving directions to her two +charges, as she delighted to call them.</p> + +<p>After having gone down the first flight of stairs, she called back:</p> + +<p>"Rosa, I'll lick you sure if you git another speck of grease on that +there floor, while I'm gone."</p> + +<p>But Rosa heeded not. Tomorrow she and grandpa would start for the +beautiful land and mother, for Jesus had paid all the fare.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/image048a.jpg" width="250" height="113" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V.</h2> + +<h3>THE WAY SOUGHT.</h3> + + +<p>Early the next morning Rosa and grandpa were up, eagerly preparing for +the events of the day, their every motion evidencing a subdued +excitement, while joy beamed from their eyes.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to make you some tea, grandpa, 'cause it's cold, and I think +you'll feel better to drink it. Mis' Gray told me I shouldn't touch it, +but since we're going away, I guess it won't make no difference. We may +have to travel a good ways, you know. Mother used to drink tea, when we +could afford it, before starting out to work all day. My, ain't I glad +we're going to find mother! And she won't be coughing no more. I want to +see her so bad. Of course Mis' Gray has been good to give me a home, but +I'd rather be with mother. She's different some way, and I love her so. +It seems so long since she went away."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>"Thank you, dearie, fer this tea; it's real bracin' like, and I can't +remember when I've had none before Tom used to git it fer me, and +anything else I wanted.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'm mighty glad we're a-goin', mighty glad, fer I'm a-gittin' +homesicker all the time. I think we'll find Tom, too, and Tom's mother. +There's a lot I want to tell 'em. Sary's so busy, she don't have no time +to talk to me.</p> + +<p>"Last night I dreamed ag'in that I wuz in the little white meetin' house +with the steeple a-pintin' straight up. The green vines a-wavin' in the +breeze wuz a-growin' all over it, and the roses smelled so pretty. And +the man wuz a-readin' out of the Book, Rosa. Wish I could read, then I'd +know it fer myself."</p> + +<p>"What was he reading about, grandpa?"</p> + +<p>"Dunno as I can tell you, child, only somethin' about a river, and a +tree by it, and fruit, and the folks don't git sick no more, and—well, +I can't tell you, Rosa, but hurry up, let's start! When we git there, +we'll know all about it then."</p> + +<p>"Here, grandpa, put this bread in your pocket, please. P'rhaps we'll +need it."</p> + +<p>"I'll take it fer you, Rosa, if you say so, but I don't think we'll need +it. 'Pears like the man said somethin' about their not gittin' hungry no +more, nor thirsty."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>"But then mebbe we'll want it on the way."</p> + +<p>"All right, all right, Rosa, but are you 'most ready? Seems like I can't +wait."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'm ready now, but I'm so 'fraid you'll be cold, grandpa, dear."</p> + +<p>"No, no, child, we'll soon git there."</p> + +<p>The two children trudged down the three long flights of steps, the +younger leading the older lest he should trip and fall.</p> + +<p>The morning was dreary, with a cold wind blowing and with snow flakes +scurrying through the air. Both being insufficiently clad, they were +shivering before having gone a block.</p> + +<p>"'Tis mighty cold, ain't it, dearie? I had no idee about it; but then we +won't mind, jest so we git there."</p> + +<p>"Yes, grandpa, but I hope it won't take us long, for the wind blows so +awful hard. It used to make mother cough to be out in a wind like this.</p> + +<p>"The big black carriage that came after her, went 'round this corner, so +we'll go this way too. I'm sure nobody on Burton street knows the way +anyhow. I'd think they would, though, when the fare's all paid; but +p'rhaps they've never been told about it.</p> + +<p>"When we see a pretty lady dressed fine, we'll ask her, for I guess +she'd know; but then it's for poor folks, too.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>"I wonder why nobody ever told me about Jesus before? I'll be so glad +when I see Him."</p> + +<p>Tenderly clasping each other by the hand, they walked for blocks, +meeting hundreds of people, though none of them appealed to Rosa's +fancy. She was looking for a beautiful girl with blue eyes and a blue +suit, who would look down upon her with a smile. A feeling of +uncertainty was beginning to depress her, but to grandpa she continued +to talk hopefully.</p> + +<p>At last realizing that he was becoming very tired, she determined to +wait no longer before inquiring the way. Singling out of the jostling +crowd a well-dressed woman with a fur cloak, which Rosa thought looked +so warm, she stepped up to her, and said:</p> + +<p>"Please, ma'am, grandpa and me want to go to the beautiful land where +folks don't cough no more. Mother's gone, and Jesus paid all the fare, +and it don't cost nothing to live there, neither. Won't you please tell +us the way?"</p> + +<p>"What a very singular question!" was the unfeeling reply, the haughty +face relaxing not at all as the woman passed on.</p> + +<p>"I think she didn't understand, grandpa," said the disappointed child, +"but I'll try again. There's a lady dressed in blue. I'm pretty sure +she'll know."</p> + +<p>In a tremulous voice the question was repeated.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>"Why, you queer little girl! Are you talking about heaven?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, ma'am, only it's where Jesus has paid the fare, and where +there ain't no rent days to come 'round."</p> + +<p>"Really, I scarcely know what to say, only you and this poor old man +ought not to be out on this cold day."</p> + +<p>"We thought we'd soon be there, ma'am, but 'tis dreadful cold," she +replied, her slight frame shivering violently from head to foot.</p> + +<p>"Can't you tell us? We want to go so awful bad. I should think you +could, since it's for everybody."</p> + +<p>"It is too cold and crowded to stand here and talk, child. Do you go to +Sunday school?"</p> + +<p>"No, ma'am; what is Sunday school?"</p> + +<p>"You poor little heathen! Don't you know what Sunday schools are? They +have them in all the churches. Find one and go tomorrow. They will tell +you what you want better than I can.</p> + +<p>"Take this quarter and get something to eat, then go back home. You will +meet no one on the street to help you."</p> + +<p>Having thus somewhat eased her conscience, this church-member of many +years went on to complete her shopping. However, things did not go well +the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>rest of the day. The wan face, the sad brown eyes and the pathetic +earnestness of the little questioner were constantly before her.</p> + +<p>Stopping to see the church treasurer on her way home, she left a check +for fifty dollars to be used in city mission work, feeling confident +that at last her responsibility in the case was at an end.</p> + +<p>It was nearing the noon hour, and Rosa was hungry.</p> + +<p>"I think instead of eating that dry bread in your pocket, grandpa, that +we'll get some warm sandwiches. You wait: I can get them in here, 'cause +I was in one time before with mother."</p> + +<p>Very soon she returned, bringing with her their feast.</p> + +<p>"Let's go down this alley and sit on that box. I guess the p'licemen +won't care."</p> + +<p>"All right, dearie, but it's a mighty long ways to the beautiful land, +ain't it? I thought we'd surely be there by now, and I'm gittin' so +tired and cold. I think if Tom knew we'd started, he'd come and meet +us."</p> + +<p>While they were eating, Rosa was frightened to hear suddenly the abrupt +question in a gruff voice, "What are you doing here?" and before her +terrified eyes loomed a great policeman.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>She, like most children of her class, feared instinctively these city +protectors, and would have run, had it have not been for grandpa.</p> + +<p>"Oh," she replied, with as much dignity and composure as possible, "we +are going to the beautiful land, and are just eating our sandwiches. It +don't cost nothing to go, 'cause God so loved the world and Jesus paid +all the fare. Mother's gone, and folks don't cough no more there. You +don't have to pay rent, and can have everything you want, too."</p> + +<p>So astonished was the policeman at this unexpected reply that he forgot +to order them away.</p> + +<p>"Well, I never!" at last he ejaculated, being unable to think of +anything more appropriate for the occasion. "But let me tell you, little +girl, you and that old man want to turn in wherever you came from before +dark, or you'll be more likely to go to the police station than to this +beautiful land you're talking about."</p> + +<p>So saying, he started off upon his beat.</p> + +<p>The mere thought of spending the night at the police station so +thoroughly terrorized Rosa that her heart for the instant almost stood +still.</p> + +<p>Billy Bruce, the boy who lived next door to Mrs. Gray, had told her +blood-curdling tales concerning his oft-repeated experiences in being +locked up for the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>night, and, moreover, according to his criterion, he +was always innocent of any misdemeanor.</p> + +<p>"But the worst part of all," he had confided, "is a goin' before the +judge. You know the judge is the man what's made to git folks into +trouble."</p> + +<p>What should she do? Her childish eyes could see that grandpa was about +given out, but the mere thought of returning to Burton street filled her +with a feeling akin to terror.</p> + +<p>"But," she argued, "Mis' Gray won't be home till Monday, and mebbe it's +too far to the beautiful land that we can't get there today, anyhow. And +I know mother'd feel awful if we'd get put in the p'lice station.</p> + +<p>"Say, grandpa," she suddenly inquired, "why didn't we ask that p'liceman +the way? They're on purpose to tell folks how to go. I wish we had, but +then I'm afraid to speak to another."</p> + +<p>"I don't know, child, but I wish we wuz there. I'm so cold and tired, +and I want Tom."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you, grandpa, let's go back and get warm and rested. You know +there is some of that bushel of coal left Mis' Gray got the other day. +Then tomorrow we can try once more. The lady said something about church +and Sunday school, but I don't know what she meant. Mebbe we can find +some <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>yet to tell us, when it's for everybody. I'd think we could."</p> + +<p>"Jest as you say, dearie, jest as you say, but it 'pears like we must +find it, 'cause I'm so homesick."</p> + +<p>Slowly they began retracing their steps, the old man leaning heavily +with one hand upon the stick which served as a cane, and with the other +clasping Rosa's.</p> + +<p>Turning a corner, they suddenly came face to face with a well-dressed +gentleman who, Rosa thought, could certainly tell them.</p> + +<p>"Oh, say, mister," she said running up to his side, "won't you please—"</p> + +<p>"No, I won't, you little beggar, I have nothing for you."</p> + +<p>For the instant she was so surprised and indignant, that she could not +answer, but, collecting herself, shouted after him:</p> + +<p>"We ain't either beggars, and I don't want no money. I just want to know +the way to the beautiful land."</p> + +<p>But the man was lost in the crowd, and the weary, disappointed pilgrims +started on.</p> + +<p>So frequently did they have to turn aside into some alley or secluded +spot for grandpa to rest that Rosa became alarmed. What if night should +overtake them, bringing to pass the policeman's direful prediction?</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>She was so tired and cold, and her heart so heavy from repeated +disappointments, that the tears began rolling down her pale cheeks.</p> + +<p>"What is it, my little girl?" unexpectedly some one gently asked.</p> + +<p>In unutterable surprise, she looked up into the face of another +policeman who was smiling kindly upon her.</p> + +<p>Many a warm heart beats beneath the policeman's star, and Rosa's evident +sorrow had aroused the sincere sympathy of this one.</p> + +<p>"You and the old man step up here out of the wind by this building, and +tell me your trouble. Are you lost?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir, we ain't lost, but just can't find the way."</p> + +<p>"Not lost, but can't find the way? How is it? I don't understand. Maybe +I can help you, if you will explain."</p> + +<p>At this Rosa broke into uncontrollable sobs, and for several minutes +could not answer.</p> + +<p>At last, with many a pause, the whole story was told.</p> + +<p>"And oh," she added, with all the earnestness of which her intense +nature was capable, "can you really tell us? Please, oh, please do, for +I can't stand it any longer without mother, and she's looking for me, +'cause Jesus paid the fare. I just must go!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 238px;"> +<img src="images/image058.jpg" width="238" height="365" alt="Rosa broke into uncontrollable sobs. [Page 60." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Rosa broke into uncontrollable sobs. [Page 60.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>"Ah, sweet baby," he faltered, his massive frame shaking with emotion, +"I've a mother in the beautiful land looking for me, too!</p> + +<p>"Long years ago I promised to meet her there, but, no, I've never found +the way. I cannot tell you."</p> + +<p>"If the way's so hard to find, how do folks get there? And lots of them +are going, for the lady said so. I do wish mother'd come back for +grandpa and me"; and again the child broke into sobs.</p> + +<p>"Don't cry any more, little one. They say the way is easy to find. Let +me think a minute; maybe I can help you after all. There's a big church +on the corner there, and I know the pastor loves poor people. If you +should go there tomorrow, he would tell you the way, I know.</p> + +<p>"Now cheer up, and get back to your home as soon as possible. It will be +getting dark presently, and you will half freeze. I will walk down to +the corner with you, and point out the church."</p> + +<p>Rosa's hopes were beginning to rise once more, but upon beholding the +massive stone structure indicated by the policeman, she felt less +sanguine.</p> + +<p>"Are you real sure, mister, we could find the way if we'd go in there?" +at length she said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know it, for the pastor has wanted many times to teach me the +way, and I wouldn't let him."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>Rosa had no idea who or what the pastor might be, and forgot to +inquire, because of her unutterable surprise.</p> + +<p>It was simply unthinkable that any one could deliberately refuse the +information which she and grandpa so earnestly coveted.</p> + +<p>"Mister p'liceman, why didn't you want to know the way?" she gasped, +impulsively grasping his big, brawny hand. "Wouldn't you like to know +now?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, little one, I would, and by God's help I will. But come, you must +be gone! It is almost dark. I'll watch for you in the morning, and take +you to the door. Be sure not to disappoint me. Goodbye!"</p> + +<p>That evening in the quiet of his room a wonderful thing happened.</p> + +<p>Tucked away in the bottom of his trunk was a Bible, given to him years +before by his mother, when he was but a mere lad. This he brought forth, +and till a late hour poured over its precious contents. Then falling +upon his knees, this prodigal of many years found in Jesus the true way +to the beautiful land. He Himself said that no man cometh unto the +Father but by Him. And an unspeakable peace filled his soul.</p> + +<p>The last half mile of their walk seemed almost interminable both to Rosa +and grandpa.</p> + +<p>As the darkness began to gather, every shadow to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>her excited +imagination was transformed into a policeman coming to lock them up.</p> + +<p>After the trying experiences of the day, it was a relief to be back once +more in the dingy rooms which they had expected never to see again.</p> + +<p>Rosa soon had a fire feebly burning in the little stove, then prepared a +scanty supper, offset by another cup of tea for grandpa.</p> + +<p>The shabby couch she pulled up by the stove for him, and did all within +her power to make him warm and comfortable.</p> + +<p>Sitting by his side and watching him solicitously, she was beginning to +fear that he might not be able for the journey tomorrow, for without a +doubt he was much exhausted. At last the tears began rolling down his +face and fell upon her hand.</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandpa, what is it?" she asked, the tears coming to her own eyes. +"You ain't sick, are you?"</p> + +<p>"No, no, dearie, but mighty dis'p'inted. I thought we'd be there tonight +sure, and I'm so homesick! Too bad, too bad, ain't it, when the fare's +all paid, and they're a-looking fer us? We wouldn't git hungry nor cold +there, neither, nor tired."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but, grandpa dear, the p'liceman said we could find the way +tomorrow in that great big building. Of course he must know, don't you +think so?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>"Say, Rosa," he asked excitedly, not noticing her question, and rising +partly up, while his eyes sparkled with new hope, "I can't remember, but +did it have a steeple a-p'intin' straight up?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, such a big one, grandpa. It must go pretty nearly to the sky."</p> + +<p>"Then it'll be all right, I'm mighty sure of that, but it 'pears like +it'd ought to have green vines a-runnin' all over it, and with roses +a-growin' 'round. Wuz there any?"</p> + +<p>"No, grandpa, for this is winter, you know. The roses won't be blooming +outdoors now, but sometimes I see them in the stores."</p> + +<p>"And so we'll git there tomorrow, Rosa," he added dreamily, "and not be +dis'p'inted no more! I'm so mighty glad, so mighty glad."</p> + +<p>Grandpa was asleep, but becoming more and more restless. His hands no +longer were cold, but felt hot to Rosa, as she vainly endeavored to keep +them covered. The flushed cheeks and rapid breathing convinced his +faithful and experienced young nurse that it would be wise for her to +sit by his side till morning. The hours were long and dreary, and at +every sound her overtaxed nerves would cause her to start. Sometimes she +was sure that a policeman was coming after them; and again Mrs. Gray was +about to enter the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>room with a cruel whip in her hand. So certain was +she once of hearing her mother call that she jumped to her feet to obey +the summons. Then before her vision would stand a lovely girl dressed in +blue, smiling down upon her and saying:</p> + +<p>"Jesus paid all the fare long ago."</p> + +<p>Toward morning grandpa grew more quiet. The little watcher dropped her +head upon his pillow and fell asleep, dreaming that mother was holding +her in her arms, softly singing as of yore.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 235px;"> +<img src="images/image065.jpg" width="235" height="124" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI.</h2> + +<h3>THE WAY FOUND</h3> + + +<p>It was late before they awakened the next morning. Rosa, though not much +rested herself, was delighted to see grandpa apparently so well. She +could not remember ever before having seen him step so lightly around +the room. His eyes were shining, and every few minutes he would sing +snatches of his one song, while assisting her in the preparation of +their light breakfast.</p> + +<p>"We're a-goin' to find it today, Rosa, I'm mighty sure, yes, mighty sure +of that; and I'm so glad."</p> + +<p>"I hope so, grandpa dear."</p> + +<p>"Yes, we are, fer he said so."</p> + +<p>"Who said so?"</p> + +<p>"Why, Tom. Don't you remember? We seen him last night, Rosa. Surely you +ain't fergot.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>"We wuz a-crossin' the pretty brook on the bridge under the willers, +when all to once Tom come a-runnin' up, and wuz so glad to see us. Jest +then the bell on the little white meetin' house with the steeple +a-p'intin' straight up begun a-ringin', and it sounded better'n music. +Oh, it wuz so mighty sweet, Rosa! I can 'most hear it now. And when we +got there, the people was a-singin' about the beautiful land. Everybody +wuz so happy, 'cause the fare wuz paid and they all know'd the way. Tom +he says, 'Don't be dis'p'inted no more, father, 'cause you're a goin' to +git there, and no mistake!'</p> + +<p>"Now, Rosa dear," he continued, while walking rapidly back and forth +across the room, "let's git ready and start right off, and not lose no +more time.</p> + +<p>"We're goin' to the big meetin' house today, didn't you say?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, grandpa, the one the p'liceman showed us, you know."</p> + +<p>"'Pears like we'd ought to fix up a little bit then. My shoes look most +mighty bad, don't they? It might worry Tom some. I don't like to have +him find out how poor I've been, but then it won't make no difference +after we git there.</p> + +<p>"Say, do you think Sary would miss it, if I'd take some of her stove +polish and black 'em up a little?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>"Oh, I don't believe she would."</p> + +<p>"Then I'll take jest a tiny bit, not that she'd care, fer Sary's a good +woman, yes, a very good woman, but mighty partic'lar about her +blackin'."</p> + +<p>Rosa patiently assisted in the process, but it would have been difficult +for the aesthetic eye to have discovered the improvement. Grandpa was +satisfied, and that was enough.</p> + +<p>"I don't want you to get cold like you did yesterday, grandpa. The +wind's blowing hard. Wish you had more to put 'round you."</p> + +<p>"Well, I ain't got it, dearie, but I don't mind, fer we're a-goin' to +git there today. Tom'll look after me then."</p> + +<p>"Here, you take this: it'll help a little," and she slipped from her own +neck a well-worn muffler formerly belonging to her mother. She carefully +pinned together his thin shabby coat, for the buttons long since were +gone, and wrapped the muffler about his neck and face.</p> + +<p>Her own clothing, since mother moved, had grown threadbare and ragged, +forming but little protection against the cold, cutting winds.</p> + +<p>Their hearts, notwithstanding all outward difficulties and the +disappointments of the preceding day, were buoyant with hope as they +started out once more upon their pilgrimage.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>Their one friend, the policeman, saw them coming and met them a short +distance from their destination.</p> + +<p>"Good morning, grandpa and my little lady," he cheerily called, "I have +been expecting you for some time. I had almost begun to fear that +something had prevented your coming. Follow me, and I shall see that the +usher gives you a seat up in front. I know you will find the way in +here, and I have at last, thank God, found it myself!"</p> + +<p>Rosa wondered at this, but could ask no questions. They were entering +the imposing building now, while throngs of well-dressed people, eyeing +her curiously, were surging by. She was disappointed, for her past +experience had convinced her that no well-dressed person but her one +girl in blue, knew the way to the beautiful land.</p> + +<p>While she was considering the advisability of an immediate retreat, the +policeman called to an usher:</p> + +<p>"Here, Dawson, are some friends of mine whom I want Dr. Fairfax to meet +personally. Send a messenger for him at once. I know he will be willing +to come; then give them good seats where they can both hear and see. Do +just as I say, for these are my very special friends," he added, as the +usher looked at him both quizzically and uncertainly.</p> + +<p>"And, Dawson, tell him, too, that I have found the way, praise the Lord!</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>"I must go now, and God take care of you, Rosa. You have taught me what +you so want to know yourself. The old Book says that a little child +shall lead them, and it is true."</p> + +<p>The usher hesitated somewhat to break the pastor's quiet half-hour which +he had always spent with a few faithful workers before going into the +pulpit, but seeing the tears beginning to roll down the sweet, sad face +of the child, he sent the messenger post-haste.</p> + +<p>Very soon a tall, handsome man appeared.</p> + +<p>"Good morning, Mr. Dawson, and what may I do for you?" he pleasantly +inquired.</p> + +<p>Something about his voice and kindly manner attracted Rosa immediately, +and, characteristically impulsive, not waiting for Mr. Dawson's reply +she ran up to the stranger's side and said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, please, mister, won't you tell me how to go? The policeman said you +could. Grandpa and me want to go to the beautiful land, and mother's +gone. Folks don't cough no more there, and Jesus paid all the fare, +'cause the pretty lady said so, and it don't cost nothing after you get +there. Can you tell me the way?"</p> + +<p>The pastor in his surprise stood motionless for a moment, then +astonished Mr. Dawson by lifting the little girl up in his arms and +kissing her fondly.</p> + +<p>"Rosa," he said, "you are the straying lamb for <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>whom Esther and I have +been praying for weeks, and now God has sent you. By His help I shall +teach you the way this very morning.</p> + +<p>"This is grandpa, is it not?" he added, grasping the old man cordially +by the hand. "I am indeed very glad to see you.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Dawson, you are needed to seat the people. I shall escort these to +a pew myself."</p> + +<p>The trio a few minutes later slowly passing down the aisle was certainly +unusually striking. The pastor, with head erect and thoroughly conscious +that many were displeased, was half supporting upon his strong right arm +the shabbily-dressed and feeble man, while the child in ragged apparel +he tenderly led by the hand.</p> + +<p>An observant eye might have noted various expressions upon the faces in +the audience. Some evidently were disgusted that their popular pastor +would so demean himself. Others were interested because of the oddity of +the scene, still others amused, while here and there was one conversant +with the language of the Master and who prayed God's blessing to abide +upon all three.</p> + +<p>Belonging to the first-named class was Dr. Dale, wealthy, cautiously +conservative always, aristocratic, exclusive in his circle of friends, +and who wished also to be exclusive in his church relationship. The +knowledge <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>of his power over the majority of his acquaintances was a +source of constant gratification to the proud man, but the fact that his +pastor would not bow the knee to his wealth and position chafed him +sorely. The events of this particular Sunday morning he took as only +another personal insult.</p> + +<p>"Umph!" he grunted in deep displeasure, and reached over to pick up his +hat preparatory to leaving. He could not countenance anything so +ridiculously absurd. If the pastor's eccentricities continued to develop +as they had in the last year, he would be compelled to seek another and +more congenial church home, where form was more in evidence.</p> + +<p>Prim little Mrs. Dale, the one person in the world who could influence +her austere husband, gently tapped him upon the arm and whispered:</p> + +<p>"Stay, my dear, and see what comes of it all. It is really quite +unusual."</p> + +<p>"Well," he thought, "I'll stay to please her, and in the meantime take a +nap."</p> + +<p>More to his discomfiture than ever, Dr. Fairfax had seated the strange +pair directly across the aisle from him in the pew with Esther.</p> + +<p>Glancing over to note the effect upon her, Mr. Dale saw that she took +the little girl up into her lap, bestowing upon her fond caresses. He +looked long enough <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>for Rosa's large brown eyes to meet his own, then +with a great heart pang turned away. When had he ever seen so perfect a +likeness to his own Margaret, his only and idolized darling, who had +left his home the year before? Something seemed to be clutching at his +heart most relentlessly, while a lump was filling his throat. Nervously +and hastily lest his wife might see, he wiped from his brow the +gathering perspiration. Persistently he endeavored to settle down for +the nap, but with eyes either closed or open, all he could see was the +child across the aisle. One moment he wished to fold her within his arms +so strangely empty for twelve long months, and the next mentally +upbraided her for so cruelly tearing open the one deep wound of his +life.</p> + +<p>Presently he became aware that the voluntary had ceased, and that a +restlessness was sweeping over the great audience. Arousing himself +somewhat from his harrowing reveries, he looked at his watch and found +that it was ten minutes past the time for the service to begin, and Dr. +Fairfax had not yet entered the pulpit.</p> + +<p>While the people were wondering what the cause of the delay might be, he +appeared.</p> + +<p>An unusual note of tenderness in the invocation prepared the auditors in +some degree for what followed.</p> + +<p>"Brethren," he said, "it is recorded in Holy Writ that Jesus took a +child and set it in the midst of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>them. Just as truly has He set in our +midst today a child, and for this reason the whole order of service +shall be changed. God helping me, I shall hide behind the cross, that +the people may see Jesus only, and I shall present the way of salvation +so simply that wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein.</p> + +<p>"We are living in a rationalistic age, when by many the God of miracles +is denied; when the incarnation of the Son of God is considered a fable, +having its counterpart in nearly all religions; when a belief in a +literal hell and a literal heaven is becoming obsolete; when the +atonement of our Lord Jesus Christ, making it possible to escape the one +and gain the other, is held as a relic of superstition; when the verbal +inspiration of the Bible is ridiculed; and when character-building is +rapidly superseding the belief in the necessity of the new birth.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I have not been sufficiently determined myself to know nothing +among you save Jesus Christ and Him crucified, and have spoken too often +upon popular themes. Today I shall not speak upon the subject announced, +'Applied Christianity the Remedy for Social Evils,' but," and he looked +down upon Rosa to be sure that she understood, "'Heaven, or the Way to +the Beautiful Land.' Preparatory to what I may say, I shall read the +last two chapters of Revelation."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>"And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the +first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.</p> + +<p>"And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out +of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.</p> + +<p>"And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle +of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His +people, and God Himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God +shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more +death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: +for the former things are passed away.</p> + +<p>"And He that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. +And He said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. And +He said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the +end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water +of life freely. He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will +be his God, and he shall be My son. But the fearful, and unbelieving, +and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and +idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burneth +with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>"And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven +vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me, saying, Come +hither, I will show thee the bride, the Lamb's wife.</p> + +<p>"And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and +showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven +from God, having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone +most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal; and a wall +great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, +and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of +the children of Israel: on the east three gates; on the north three +gates; on the south three gates; and on the west three gates.</p> + +<p>"And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names +of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.</p> + +<p>"And he that talked with me had a golden reed to measure the city, and +the gates thereof, and the wall thereof. And the city lieth foursquare, +and the length is as large as the breadth * * * *</p> + +<p>"And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure +gold, like unto clear glass. And the foundations of the wall of the city +were garnished with all manner of precious stones * * * * And the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl; +and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.</p> + +<p>"And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are +the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the +moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb +is the light thereof.</p> + +<p>"And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: +and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honor into it. And +the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no +night there. And they shall bring the glory and honor of the nations +into it. And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that +defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but +they which are written in the Lamb's book of life.</p> + +<p>"And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, +proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.</p> + +<p>"In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was +there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded +her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing +of the nations.</p> + +<p>"And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> God and of the +Lamb shall be in it: and His servants shall serve Him: and they shall +see His face; and His names shall be in their foreheads. And there shall +be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; +for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and +ever * * * *</p> + +<p>"Blessed are they that do His commandments, that they may have right to +the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city."</p> + +<p>This incomparable description of the New Jerusalem, read in a finely +modulated voice, had a marked effect upon the audience, though the +reader was conscious of the presence of but three, Rosa, grandpa, and +the Lord Jesus Himself.</p> + +<p>Dr. Dale was more disgusted than ever, or at least tried to be.</p> + +<p>"What unreasonable fanaticism!" he thought. "When men leave their homes +and business to attend church, they want something practical, something +acting as a stimulus in daily life. Being surrounded as we are on every +hand by social evils, strife between capital and labor, and with +anarchical tendencies becoming constantly more prevalent, we need +something bearing directly upon these problems. There'll be time enough +for these other things. Of course I believe <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>in heaven, for Margaret is +there, and when I die I want to go to her.</p> + +<p>"I wish Dr. Fairfax had left these vagrants where they belong. The +child's face haunts me. Her eyes are almost as starry and full of +expression as Margaret's. That's the queerest little old man I ever saw. +I can't see how they happen to be here."</p> + +<p>And so his mind wandered restlessly on during the preliminary services.</p> + +<p>"Let all the people," announced the speaker, "join in singing that old +hymn which some of us have not heard in years, 'The Home of the Soul.'"</p> + +<p>The great organ filled the vast auditorium with the strains of the +melody, followed by a volume of sweetest song. Many were carried back to +the scenes of their childhood, where, gathered around the family altar, +were the dear ones long since singing in paradise.</p> + +<p>The strangers across the aisle again attracted Dr. Dale's attention. The +old man was leaning forward with both hands resting upon his cane, his +eyes were closed, and the tears were slowly trickling down the wrinkled +face, while with a plaintive, quavery voice he was joining in the +singing of his well-beloved song.</p> + +<p>At last it was time for the sermon, but the preacher, who by his +eloquence and magnetic personality could <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>sway thousands, felt as +helpless as a little child to perform the duty before him.</p> + +<p>He announced his text: "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way" (John 14:6).</p> + +<p>The audience wondered why at that particular point he stopped apparently +to offer a word of silent prayer. But then they could not see the +expression of hope flash across the face of the child, nor the old man +lean still a little farther forward that he might catch every word.</p> + +<p>"Rosa," whispered grandpa, "didn't I tell you if we'd go to a meetin' +house with the steeple a-p'intin' straight up, we'd find the way? Yes, +yes, that's it, it surely is, Rosa, and it's all a-beginnin' to come +back. Jesus is the way, Jesus is the way! I wonder I ain't thought of it +before."</p> + +<p>The sermon which followed, simple in every detail, began by calling +attention to the marvelously beautiful description of the heavenly land +as contained in the Scripture previously read.</p> + +<p>"There are representatives here today of many classes and conditions of +society," said the speaker, "the high and the low, the rich and the +poor, the learned and the ignorant; but there is no eye that has not +shed bitter tears, no life unacquainted with death, sorrow, crying, or +pain. Thank God for that glad coming day <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>when He will wipe away all +tears, when there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, +nor pain; for these things shall have passed away!"</p> + +<p>He spoke of the glimpse the Scripture gives of the city itself, the New +Jerusalem, with its walls and gates. "There is no language of earth by +which its glories can be fully described," he continued; "where our idea +of beauty leaves off, there heaven begins! Even its foundations are made +of the rarest jewels we know.</p> + +<p>"But heaven's happiness consists not in mere outward things. God is +there, and the Lamb! In God's presence is fulness of joy, and at His +right hand are to be found the truest pleasures for evermore. There the +redeemed out of every nation shall serve Him, and they shall see His +face with no veil of time or sense between.</p> + +<p>"This holy city will never be marred by the entering in of anything that +defileth, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of +life shall behold and enjoy its splendor and happiness.</p> + +<p>"I think I hear some poor soul say: 'Then there is no hope for me!'</p> + +<p>"Yes, there is hope!</p> + +<p>"'But I have sinned!'</p> + +<p>"That is true. All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God. +There is none righteous, no, not one. We are by nature and practice +strangers to God, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>even the new-born babe having wrapped up within its +tiny bosom a sinful heritage and bias. And the soul that sinneth shall +die. But sin can be put away, and its dreadful penalty escaped. Shall I +not tell you how?</p> + +<p>"It is by the love and grace of our heavenly Father that we can be +justified freely through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus. God +loved us in our sin and rebellion, and sent His only-begotten Son to +bring earth's inhabitants back to Himself, that they might share the +joys of the heavenly home. Ere He came to earth, an angel of the Lord +appeared and said His name should be called Jesus, for He should save +His people from their sins. When at length He was born, the angel +appeared to the wondering shepherds on the hillside near Bethlehem, and +said: 'Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to +all people: for unto you is born this day a Saviour.' He came to seek +and save the lost. For thirty years He lived a secluded but holy life at +Nazareth. Then for three years He went about doing good, working +marvelous miracles and saying wonderful words. At length they took Him, +and crucified Him on Calvary! 'Behold,' John had said, 'the Lamb of God +that taketh away the sin of the world!' Do you not see how it is? Christ +died—not for His own sins, for He was holy, harmless, undefiled, but +for your sins and mine. He bore our <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>sins in His body on the cross. +Believe on Him, and you are saved!</p> + +<p>"Yes, childlike trust in the Lord Jesus Christ as your Saviour gives +your soul peace with God and makes your entrance into the house of many +mansions sure! He went back to prepare a place for us who believe on +Him, and promised to come again and receive us unto Himself, that where +He is, there we may be also. Jesus Himself is the way home!"</p> + +<p>So clearly did he explain the plan of salvation that Rosa began to grasp +the truth. All the pent-up love of her ardent nature she began to bestow +upon Jesus, and in the joy of this new experience forgot her crushing +sorrow.</p> + +<p>The sermon closed by another extended reference to heaven, with special +emphasis upon the fact of its being real, and not simply a state of +blissful being, as many profess to believe, and with an appeal to the +skeptical to take Jesus at His word.</p> + +<p>"He said, 'I go to prepare a <i>place</i> for you.' Is it not His positive +statement sufficient? Has He ever proved untrue to His promises +concerning this life? Has He ever turned a deaf ear to the penitent +sinner's prayer? Has He ever refused to speak the word of comfort to the +heart breaking beneath its load? Has He ever called one to some +particular service in His vineyard <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>without supplying the needed +strength? Has He ever forgotten to pour forth His abundant and +sustaining grace upon the trusting soul about the pass through the dark, +mysterious valley of death? And would He say that He was going to +prepare a <i>place</i> for us, that where He is there we may be also, meaning +only that He was going to prepare a state of glorified—<i>nothingness</i>? +Impossible! It is an insult to our Lord.</p> + +<p>"He who left the glory-circled throne for thirty-three years of +wandering in this world, for rejection by those whom He came to save, +for Gethsemane and for Calvary, will hold up no false hope to lure +onward those who love Him.</p> + +<p>"He who created this beautiful world, inhabited by fallen sinful beings, +will not forget to provide a home for His own who have washed their +robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.</p> + +<p>"Yes, heaven is a place, where the power of infinity itself is exhausted +in the beautifying thereof! No sin, no sickness, no sorrow will ever +pass through those gates of pearl. The saints of all ages are there, our +loved ones whom we have lost a while are there, and above all our Lord +and Saviour Jesus Christ!</p> + +<p>"Ah, if Satan has deluded you into a state of unbelief now, the time is +coming when you will believe! Some day with unwilling feet you must part +from your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> Lord forever to spend eternity in hell; or with hosannas and +shouts of victory upon your lips, you will pass into the presence of Him +who sits upon the throne, to praise Him and serve Him forever and ever!"</p> + +<p>At the conclusion of the service, Dr. and Mrs. Dale left without waiting +to speak to the pastor.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Dale, however, stopped ostensibly to greet Esther, but in reality +to look more closely at the child who had attracted her quite as much as +her husband.</p> + +<p>The doctor's perturbed state did not admit of his speaking to any one. +He longed for Margaret, and both loved and hated the little waif who +unconsciously had so remarkably altered the affairs of the whole +morning. He had endeavored not to listen to the sermon, "fit only for +children, and not for men possessed of a logical turn of mind," he said +to himself; but the more he tried, with the greater persistency did the +ringing sentences surge through his aching brain.</p> + +<p>"Well!" he exclaimed to his wife as soon as they were seated in their +carriage, "Dr. Fairfax is a narrow-minded extremist, a fanatic. What +right had he to bring those street wanderers into the church this +morning? The place for them is down at the mission. Do I not give +liberally toward its support? To be sure, such as they need the Gospel, +but I want them to stay where they belong to get it."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span>"But, my dear," placidly remonstrated his wife, "there may be +qualifying circumstances connected with all this which we do not +understand."</p> + +<p>"Possibly, but scarcely probable anything to warrant such an unheard-of +innovation! The place for them is down at the mission, I say.</p> + +<p>"And that sermon, if such it may be called! I thought I was at a +funeral. There were hundreds of men there, who like myself went for +something helpful and practical. Who cares to discuss the heavenly city +when our city down here is in the throes of a strike, threatening to +paralyze business for weeks and months to come, and meaning the loss of +millions of dollars, both directly and indirectly?"</p> + +<p>"I know, dear, but the Father's omnipotent hand of love will bring +everything out right some day. He has promised, and His promises never +fail. Is it not restful, and does it not make one more brave for the +conflict, to know that there is an abiding city, at whose portals we +leave earth's sorrows and perplexities?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, wife, I know, but we are living now upon this mundane sphere, and +naturally our interests center here. A belief in heaven does not +straighten out affairs on earth, nor make the burdens any the lighter to +bear."</p> + +<p>"I do not know about that, since Margaret has gone. If I did not believe +what Dr. Fairfax said this morning, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>my burden, at least, would be much +heavier and harder to bear. It does help to know that she is safe, and +that I shall join her myself some day."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, yes, of course, but then it's different when it comes to +Margaret!"</p> + +<p>For several minutes they rode in silence, when the doctor said:</p> + +<p>"Wife, did you see that child's eyes?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I saw them."</p> + +<p>"I wish—well, we are home now! Let me assist you from the carriage."</p> + +<p>In the meantime, grandpa and Rosa were having an experience very novel +to them.</p> + +<p>Upon discovering grandpa's weak condition, a carriage had been ordered, +the first one in which they had ever ridden. Esther was quietly +explaining to Rosa more of Jesus and His love for the children, while +her receptive little soul was eagerly taking it all in.</p> + +<p>"Then," she said, "I can't go to the beautiful land till He sends for +me! I do wish He would send soon."</p> + +<p>"No, but He surely will send some day, Rosa, and perhaps He wants you to +teach others how to get there."</p> + +<p>"If He does, then I'm willing to stay, 'cause so many don't know."</p> + +<p>In her broken childish way, Rosa told of the many <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>and varied +experiences befalling her and grandpa since mother moved.</p> + +<p>Esther and her father were greatly touched by the pathos of the +narrative, but what left the deepest impression was that in her eager +quest she could find no one for so long to help her.</p> + +<p>There in the privacy of their carriage they gave themselves anew to the +work of the Lord, pledging never again to let a known opportunity to +speak to a needy soul pass by.</p> + +<p>Grandpa, like a tired child, was resting his head upon the shoulder of +his new friend during the drive, and it was evident that he was very +ill. The fever was returning, the mind partially wandering, but the soul +rejoicing in the light of that land which he so soon was to enter.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Rosa," he murmured over and over, "I told you so. Jesus is the way, +Jesus is the way! I'm mighty glad it's all come back, but Tom he said +'twould, and I think he' a-comin' now to git me."</p> + +<p>Upon their arrival home, with tender hands the weary old man was put to +bed, while Esther took charge of Rosa, clothing her in more suitable +garments, and talking simply of the Shepherd who seeks the wandering +lambs.</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +</p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/image088.jpg" width="250" height="136" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII.</h2> + +<h3>VICTORY!</h3> + + +<p>The deserted rooms on Burton street suddenly became the scene of great +activity early Monday afternoon.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gray's supersensitive conscience would not admit of her neglecting +her charges, so in consequence her visit was made a few hours shorter +than first planned.</p> + +<p>The fire was out, and no trace could she find of Rosa and grandpa. She +"hollered till her throat was sore," looked in every reasonable—and +unreasonable—corner, searched up and down the hall, inquired of her +neighbors, visited the corner grocery, but all to no avail.</p> + +<p>"Land sakes!" over and over she repeated to a group of interested +spectators, "I might a-know'd better'n to have gone off and left them. +This is jest my luck, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>anyhow. The first time I've been away in five +years, then have this happen. I'm jest real provoked, and I don't think +a body could blame me, either. But it all comes of me bein' so obligin'. +If it wuzn't fer my tender heart, I'd never kep' Tom's father, nor took +Mis' Browning's young one, then I could come and go as I pleased and not +be pestered this way. There ain't many that'd do fer others what I do, +and I never git no thanks fer it, neither. If I hadn't had father to +board all these years, I might have somethin' laid up fer a rainy day, +and there ain't nobody but what'll say I'm industrious and savin'.</p> + +<p>"But I can't think where they'd go, nor what I can do. It seems like +somebody'd seen them. I'll fix them when they git back, so as they'll +never do it ag'in. It looks like they'd been gone fer some time, and I +do b'lieve they've been into the tea and stove blackin'. I never thought +about blackin', who would? but I told them not to touch that tea, fer I +couldn't afford it. They'll be sorry, they will, when I git hold of +them.</p> + +<p>"Here you, Billy Bruce!" she vociferously called, catching sight of that +youth running down the stairs three steps at a time; "come right back +here at fast as you can, and tell me what you know about Rosa and +grandpa. You're always under foot a-knowin' what's a-goin' on, so I +'spose if anybody seen them you did."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>Billy feared Mrs. Gray more than he did the judge or policeman—that +is, at close range; but when occupying the vantage-ground, as at the +present, he delighted in revolt.</p> + +<p>"I didn't either see them," he shouted back, "and don't know nothin' +about them, only I'd run off, too, if I wuz them."</p> + +<p>At this the greatly abused and misunderstood woman picked up a piece of +coal to hurl at the rapidly retreating young rebel, when, to her +astonishment, she saw coming up the steps the transformed Rosa with +Esther!</p> + +<p>"You'd better look out, Rosa," confidently explained Billy, "she's awful +mad, and you may git that lickin' yet, you said she'd been a-promisin'."</p> + +<p>Rosa shrank in terror, her face growing pale and twitching nervously, +while an inclination to run away with her barbarous but devoted champion +took possession of her.</p> + +<p>"Never mind, dear," whispered Esther reassuringly, "she will do you no +harm while I am with you. You need not be at all afraid."</p> + +<p>Upon looking into the fearless blue eyes of Esther, Mrs. Gray suddenly +determined to change her plan of attack.</p> + +<p>"Land sakes, Rosa! I've been that worried about you and father, the dear +old soul,—where is he? and where <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>have you been, and where did you git +them pretty clothes? Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go on a visit, +and what made you stay so long? Of course it wuz awful lonesome here +without me, so I won't blame you much, but children'd ought to tell."</p> + +<p>Not giving the child an opportunity to answer, a volley of +interrogations and information was turned upon Esther.</p> + +<p>"What's your name? Esther Fairfax, is it? well, now that's a real pretty +name, but do come right in and set down. Things is in a muss, fer I've +been gone, and children don't amount to much fer work, 'specially when +they ain't been raised right. I ain't had her long, you know, or she'd +be different. Her ma wuz awful queer and silly about her. But where did +you find her? You wuz real thoughtful to bring her back to me, so as I +wouldn't worry any longer'n necessary. I 'spose you found her clothes in +bad shape. Her ma's been dead now a while, and didn't keep things up as +well as she might anyhow, I thought, fer some time. She wuz one of them +women that gives up easy, but that's somethin' I never do. I've been +a-layin' out to show Rosa how to sew. She's plenty old enough, and I +ain't got no time to do it myself. But then I never did b'lieve in +bringin' them up lazy. There's a lot in gittin' them started right.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>"And where on earth's the old man? I can't think how you found them. +Seems like a month since I seen him, but then I have more attachment and +affection than most folks, or I wouldn't a been so flustered. I hope +he's acted with some sense, so as I won't have to be mortified."</p> + +<p>Endeavoring to impress her guest favorably, Mrs. Gray, while talking, +was energetically moving about the room, making some pretense toward +bringing order out of confusion.</p> + +<p>"That grease spot down there on the floor by the stove does really worry +me a heap, and I'd really ought to—"</p> + +<p>At this Rosa cast a glance at the whip still reposing above the door, +and tightened her clasp upon Esther's hand.</p> + +<p>"Father's awful childish, and I have to treat him jest like a child, +too, or I couldn't git on with him no how. I've kep' him now, well, let +me see: it's a-goin' on six years since Tom got killed, and I've been +a-supportin' him ever since, and no tellin' how much longer he'll live. +If it wuzn't fer my kind heart, I'd tell him he'd have to leave. I've +thought of it some lately, but then s'pose I never will. Then when Mis' +Browning died, of course she wanted me to raise Rosa. It's a good thing +she did die fer now Rosa'll learn to do somethin'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> more'n jest to be +kissed and cried over. I used to git that provoked at her ma fer actin' +so silly. I didn't say she could stay here only till spring. Of course +she come in real handy like when father didn't mind and I twisted my +ankle, but then it's sech a bother to raise a child. When she ain't no +more use to me, I don't know how it'll be then."</p> + +<p>During this recital, Esther's face was a study. She had visited much +among the poor with her father, but never before had she come into +contact with quite so unusual a character as Mrs. Gray. Finding that her +only opportunity to state her errand was to interrupt the loquacious +speaker, she determined to wait no longer.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Gray, I have come to tell you that you will never again be +troubled by grandpa or Rosa. Grandpa is in my home, and the physician +says that he can live but a few hours longer. He has had a raging fever, +but that has left now; he is entirely rational and wishes to see you +before the Master calls.</p> + +<p>"My carriage is waiting. There is no time to lose. Put on your wraps and +come immediately."</p> + +<p>So surprised was Mrs. Gray that for the instant an almost unprecedented +thing occurred: she could think of nothing to say. But endeavoring to +gain her normal poise, she turned upon Rosa.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>"Well, you heard what the lady said! Father, the dear old soul, of +course he wants to see me before he dies, after all I've done fer him; +but how lonely it'll be without him! Seems like I can see him a-settin' +over there in his chair now, a-lookin' out of the winder, like he did +'most all day sometimes."</p> + +<p>At this appropriate juncture, she made a fruitless effort to shed a few +tears, but, to be charitable, the deepest sorrow cannot find expression +in tears.</p> + +<p>"You can stay here, Rosa, and have supper ready when I git back, and +make me some tea; I'll need it to settle my nerves. Take them fine +clothes off, too, before you spoil 'em. I want you to learn to be +savin', like I've always been. And give that grease spot another +scrubbin', and go to the corner grocery and git—"</p> + +<p>"No, Mrs. Gray," vehemently interposed Esther, "did I not tell you that +Rosa is never going to live with you again? You are about to realize +your dream of liberty, for which without a doubt you are duly grateful. +You seem to feel that both grandpa and Rosa have been intolerable +burdens."</p> + +<p>Esther was the repetition of her father, and when the case demanded +could be firm and commandingly dignified.</p> + +<p>Again Mrs. Gray was speechless. For so long she <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>had been absolute +monarch in her small realm, with none daring to question or to rise in +rebellion, that it was a revelation to find in a young woman like Esther +an opposite and stronger force with which to reckon.</p> + +<p>For the first time in her life she was completely conquered, and without +another word marched solemnly down to the carriage.</p> + +<p>"This is an opportunity," thought Esther, "and may I be directed in all +I say."</p> + +<p>Not wishing this woman possessed of a hard heart and a shriveled soul to +stand in awe of her any longer, a few kind and ordinary remarks soon +accomplished the desired end.</p> + +<p>"Well, Miss Esther, you ain't told me how it's all come about. I can't +fer the life of me think, and it all seems so strange. I jest can't git +it through my head that father's a-goin' to die. Are you real sure of +it? Mebbe there's a mistake."</p> + +<p>"No, Mrs. Gray, there is no mistake. In a few hours he will be safe +forever in the better land."</p> + +<p>Esther's power of narration was well developed. Going into the minute +details, she simply told the whole story, while Mrs. Gray attentively +listened without an interruption. There were indications that the +hitherto impregnable fortress of this untutored woman's heart was +beginning to totter. But is there after <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>all in this great world a heart +so loveless, so blackened by sin, or so narrowed by its own selfish +domain, as to be entirely invincible? Cannot the love emanating from +Christ Himself, flowing through the channel of a surrendered life, leave +its impress where all else fails?</p> + +<p>Esther's observant eye noted the change, then skilfully she began +speaking of the Lord as a personal Saviour.</p> + +<p>Presently tears began rolling down the hardened cheeks, causing the +young messenger to feel that victory was almost certain.</p> + +<p>Upon reaching the Fairfax home, Mrs. Gray was ushered into a room, which +to her seemed magnificent.</p> + +<p>Grandpa was lying upon an immaculate bed, while everything surrounding +him was far more indicative of loving thoughtfulness than of luxury. In +his hand he clasped a beautiful rose, because during his rational +moments he so often spoke of the "pretty roses a-growin' by the brook +down in the lane." The rose was presented by none other than Dr. Dale, +not—so he assured himself—that he was in the least sympathetic with +the Fairfaxes in their eccentric freak. It was simply for the good of +the patient that all small whims be humored.</p> + +<p>Upon a nearby table was Esther's violin. During the long hours of the +preceding night, when the burning <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>fever produced a great restlessness +in the weary sufferer, nothing soothed him but the low, sweet strains of +music.</p> + +<p>Now he was calm, and for the first time since Tom died clothed in his +right mind.</p> + +<p>"Sary, how be you?" he feebly asked, as she slowly walked up to his +side. "I'm so glad you've come, fer it's all straightened out now, and I +want to thank you afore I go fer all you've done fer me. And may +somebody take care of you real kind when you git old and can't work no +more. I've been a big bother, Sary. You've had a good deal to put up +with since Tom died, but you've been mighty kind. You've always give me +enough to eat, and kep' me warm, and you've had to work awful hard to do +it. I thank you, Sary, and may God bless you! But I do want you to find +Jesus, the way to the beautiful land. You won't have it so hard there. +He's paid for everything, and it's free fer the askin'."</p> + +<p>"Oh, father," she said, dropping upon her knees and weeping bitterly for +the first time in many years, "you ain't got nothin' to thank me fer. +I've never seen till jest this minute how awful mean I've been. You did +your very best to please me, and the harder you tried, the more I +scolded. I wish I'd been better to you. No, you ain't got nothin' at all +to thank me fer, and I'll <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>miss you so! I don't know why I've never seen +it before, and you've always been so good. I'll never git over feelin' +mean about it, no, I never will, oh dear, dear!"</p> + +<p>"There, there, Sary, don't cry! It's all right now."</p> + +<p>Tenderly he stroked the hand which many times had been raised +threateningly against him, and tried to soothe the thoroughly +conscience-striken woman.</p> + +<p>"Sary, I do want you to find Jesus. It's so mighty sweet to know Him, +and He'll help you over all the hard places,—He says He will; and He +always carries the heavy end of the load, too."</p> + +<p>"I'm too wicked and mean, father. He wouldn't have me," she sobbed, "but +I wish He would; I need Him bad, and want help."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Gray,"—it was the minister who spoke and who had been a silent +witness of the pathetic scene,—"Jesus died to save you."</p> + +<p>"I wish I knew it," she moaned, "but I'm too mean. I'm the biggest +sinner in the world to treat father and Rosa the way I have."</p> + +<p>"If you are the biggest sinner in the world, then I know that Jesus died +to save you. Listen to His word: 'This is a faithful saying, and worthy +of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save +sinners; of whom I am chief.' You consider yourself the chief of +sinners, do you?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>"Yes, I do; I know I am."</p> + +<p>"Who came to save the chief of sinners?"</p> + +<p>"Why, the verse says Christ Jesus did."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mrs. Gray, that is true. Then whom did Jesus Christ come to save?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, He came to save me, He came to save me! How could He ever do it?"</p> + +<p>"Just because God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten +Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have +everlasting life. Do you believe it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, how can I help it, when He done all that?"</p> + +<p>"Then if you believe in Him, what have you?"</p> + +<p>"Everlasting life! Everlasting life!" Dreamily, yet joyously, she +repeated the words many times, trying to comprehend their fathomless +depths.</p> + +<p>"But," she anxiously asked, "what about my sins? You don't know how mean +I've been."</p> + +<p>"'And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.'"</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank God, thank God! He's give me everlasting life, and won't +remember my sins. I want to begin all over now, and do somethin' fer Him +before I die."</p> + +<p>In broken petitions she poured forth her heart in prayer to God, while +at the same moment angelic songs <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>were started anew around the throne +above. Another soul was born again.</p> + +<p>Is there less rejoicing over there when the soul saved chances to be the +tenant of a roughly-hewn temple? Ah no, for it required the shedding of +just the same precious blood as for the souls of earth's greatest and +noblest!</p> + +<p>An expression of unspeakable peace lighted up grandpa's happy face, as +he murmured:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Sary, I'm so glad, so mighty glad! Now I'll tell Tom you're +a-comin', and we'll both be a-watchin' fer you. Won't we be happy when +we all git safe home? Goodby, Sary! You've always been a good woman, +yes, a very good woman, and now Jesus will take care of you. Goodby, +till we meet ag'in!"</p> + +<p>The effort of speaking seemed to exhaust him perceptably, and he sank +off into a deep sleep.</p> + +<p>It was evident that the end was near, and hastily Dr. Dale was summoned. +Upon examining his patient, he found that in a few minutes, or perhaps a +half an hour at the most, all would be over.</p> + +<p>Silently they watched him. Rosa understood better now than she did a few +weeks before what the "moving" meant. She knew that she would be lonely +without grandpa, her one comforter through many a dark and dreary hour, +and the tears began to gather.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>At this Dr. Dale became restless. Just to avoid a scene, he took the +little girl up into his arms, wiping away the tears and whispering words +of comfort.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gray sat nearest the dying man, gently smoothing back the snowy +locks from his forehead. His breath was growing shorter and shorter, but +there was no struggle. Suddenly his eyes opened, and with a smile of +recognition he greeted each one.</p> + +<p>"Oh," he faintly whispered, "Jesus is the way, Jesus is the way! Sing to +me my song, won't you, please?"</p> + +<p>With difficulty Esther and her father complied with the request, while +the doctor walked nervously up and down the room with Rosa still in his +arms.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So free from all sorrow and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To meet one another again!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>As the words of the last verse died away, the soul took its flight to +rejoice forever in the presence of the King.</p> + +<p>"O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Thanks be +to God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."</p><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 244px;"> +<img src="images/image102.jpg" width="244" height="142" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII.</h2> + +<h3>DUST TO DUST.</h3> + + +<p>The events of Sunday morning had occasioned much comment upon the part +of Dr. Fairfax's parishioners.</p> + +<p>The majority, after taking time for consideration, approved, and became +intensely interested to know the outcome of the strange proceeding. +During the few hours of grandpa's illness many messengers called to +learn the latest news, and it cheered the pastor's heart to find that +after all he was far from being alone in his love for God's neglected +poor.</p> + +<p>He had planned a quiet funeral, and was arranging to that effect when +requests from all sides began pouring in that it might be held in the +church.</p> + +<p>"It is a signal opportunity, father," Esther had said when consulted, so +a public funeral was soon announced <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>together with another innovation. +Instead of the customary floral offerings, it was suggested that the +people bring gifts of money to place upon the casket, to be used in the +forwarding of city mission work.</p> + +<p>At the hour appointed, the small procession wended its way to the +church.</p> + +<p>Dr. Dale had found it advisable for himself and wife to join the funeral +party. It was natural that Esther should look after Mrs. Gray, who never +before had been in so fine a building, and it would be awkward for her +to have charge of Rosa as well. Then really the child was very nervous +and might suddenly need professional attention. All things considered, +there was no alternative: he must keep her with him.</p> + +<p>Both curiosity and genuine interest attracted a great crowd, causing the +pastor once more to feel his need of hiding behind the cross, that the +people might behold Jesus only.</p> + +<p>In all his wide and varied experience, this funeral pre-eminently was +the most unique. Conventionality was laid aside. There was no sermon, +but the story of the last few days of the victor's life was told so +graphically that the audience was held in almost breathless silence.</p> + +<p>"Brethren," said the speaker in closing, "how must we appear in the +sight of God, who loved us to the extent <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>of giving His only Son to die +for our sins, when it is possible for one to live long, weary years in +our midst with none to tell him of Jesus? Can we expect ever to hear +from His lips the welcome plaudit, 'Well done!' when we are no more +zealous than this for the souls whom He came to save?</p> + +<p>"I fear that many who profess to love Him will fall far short of the +'abundant entrance,' and will stand ashamed before Him at His appearing.</p> + +<p>"Can it be true that we are selfish to the extent of being satisfied +simply with our own salvation, when His heart of infinite love and +compassion is yearning with unfathomable tenderness over the lost?</p> + +<p>"We have the opportunity now which angels may well covet, that of +leading souls to Christ. This priceless privilege is intrusted to us +only for the one brief moment of our earthly existence, and how we +should prize it above all things else!</p> + +<p>"Consider the fact that one million of years hence, yea, millions of +millions of years, your happiness and capacity for enjoying Christ and +heaven depend upon the manner of your spending this present vapor called +life. When eventually we are ushered through the gates of the Eternal +City, it will then be forever too late for this one blood-purchased +pleasure of telling salvation's story to the lost.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>"It seems a paradox that it is possible for one to be a Christian +without having a consuming passion for souls. But in reality the whole +matter centers not upon our love for those around us, but upon our love +for the Lord Jesus Himself. When we are in unbroken fellowship with +Christ, the natural result is love for those so dear to Him. 'The love +of Jesus is not an absorbing, but a radiating love. The more we love +Him, the more shall we most certainly love others.' Each new revelation +of Himself graciously granted unto His followers only draws us the +nearer to Him, the fountain of eternal love, where we drink to our fill +and are imbued with an all-consuming desire to carry the life-giving +water unto others.</p> + +<p>"Nor can we gaze long at the cross, at the cruelly mutilated brow of our +Saviour, at His body torn and bruised by the merciless scourging, at the +five bleeding wounds, nor can we listen to the cry of His broken heart, +'My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?' without being melted with +love and filled with a holy zeal to serve Him every moment of our lives. +One real view of the cross changes all. The things of this life, where +we shall be located and how we shall be situated, will have no more +effect upon us, if only we may glorify Him.</p> + +<p>"Many have taken the first step, giving into His <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>keeping their souls +for eternity, but will you not now, while beholding Him hanging on +yonder cross for you, give Him your lives as well? The only life worth +the living is the surrendered life. Time is uncertain, eternity sure. +Now and <i>only now</i> may we prove to Him our love, and know the fellowship +of His sufferings.</p> + +<p>"I ask every Christian here today, who is willing henceforth to yield +his life, his time, his all, unconditionally into the hands of the +Master and to go forth seeking those who need help, to arise."</p> + +<p>The speaker, though pale from emotion, calmly folded his arms and looked +over the audience to see what the result might be.</p> + +<p>He knew that the crisis in the life of his church had arrived, and +should the King have the victory, or no?</p> + +<p>For a moment there was not a stir. Then the preacher himself could +scarcely believe what he saw.</p> + +<p>Dr. Dale, still holding Rosa in his arms, slowly arose, love and +determination being depicted upon the hitherto cold and dignified +countenance. The effect was pronounced. Soon hundreds were upon their +feet, while some one started the song:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I gave My life for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My precious blood I shed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou might'st ransomed be<br /></span><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0">And quickened from the dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I gave My life for thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What hast thou done for Me?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My Father's house of light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My glory-circled throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I left for earthly night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For wanderings sad and lone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I left it all for thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou left aught for Me?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I suffered much for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than thy tongue can tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of bitterest agony,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rescue thee from hell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've borne it all for thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What hast thou borne for Me?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And I have brought to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down from my home above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Salvation full and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My pardon and My love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I bring rich gifts to thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What hast thou brought to Me?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>At the conclusion of the song the pastor led in a consecration prayer, +knowing that in many the bonds of worldliness were forever snapped +asunder, and that henceforth the victorious, overcoming life would be +theirs, making themselves heirs of the promise: "To him that overcometh +will I grant to sit with Me in My <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>throne, even as I also overcame, and +am set down with My Father in His throne."</p> + +<p>After a few moments of silence, the quartette softly sang "The Home of +the Soul," while a vast procession slowly marched before the casket, +placing upon it gifts of silver, gold and bank notes all in one great +heap.</p> + +<p>At last all that was earthly of him whose simple life and final victory +had proven so powerful a sermon, was tenderly carried out and laid to +rest in a beautiful lot purchased by Dr. Dale, while the setting sun was +painting the western sky with almost heavenly glory.</p> + +<p>"God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; +and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things +which are mighty."</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/image109.jpg" width="250" height="145" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX.</h2> + +<h3>"A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM."</h3> + + +<p>The day was over.</p> + +<p>Esther and her father, possessed of a calm, holy joy deeper than ever +before, were seated in his study, while with them were Dr. and Mrs. +Dale, Rosa and Mrs. Gray.</p> + +<p>Esther had been undergoing a struggle, for it would be hard to give Rosa +up. She had planned to keep her as her own little sister, to educate +her, to train her in things both temporal and spiritual, and to guard +her till she should develop into a pure, strong, noble woman.</p> + +<p>Now she felt that it must be otherwise, for evidently God had so +determined. Knowing that His will always would be her deliberate choice, +could she see the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>end from the beginning as He can, she was growing +positively happy at this unexpected turn of events. It was a part of her +religion not to be simply passively submissive to His will, but in it +always to rejoice. The psalmist's declaration, "I delight to do Thy +will, O my God," was the expression of her heart's desire.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Dale, though with an eye upon the child, was quietly talking to +Mrs. Gray of the privileges and duties befalling the Christian.</p> + +<p>Dr. Dale was clasping Rosa closely to his breast, while now and then a +tear dropped upon her curly head.</p> + +<p>"Pastor," he said after a long interval of silence, "the battle has +raged fiercely since Sunday morning, but thanks be to God, He has given +me the strength with which to gain the victory.</p> + +<p>"You know how selfish I have been, how taken up with the affairs of this +world and the amassing of riches. For many years I have had no vital +interest in other things. I have prided myself upon my uprightness and +morality, considering that I was a worthy example for any to follow, and +a decidedly successful man. Now the fallacy of my position I see, and +realize that the best part of my life has been wasted—more than wasted!</p> + +<p>"When you walked down the aisle with Rosa and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>grandpa, Satan made upon +me a relentless onslaught. It seemed that there were two mighty and +opposing forces within, each struggling for the supremacy. I did not +yield entirely to the right till this afternoon, for I have gloried in +my reputation of being influenced by no one.</p> + +<p>"For years I have not been satisfied, knowing myself to be slipping +farther and farther away from God. I have longed for the joy of my first +love, but He could not take me back with my hands so tenaciously holding +to the things of this world.</p> + +<p>"Today the tempter told me that there would be no use in my +surrendering, for I would not prove true, and anyhow that it was only a +matter of excitement and not of firm conviction. I fully realize that I +have no power in myself, and that the first moment I look away from +Christ I shall fall. I am resting on the promise that He is able to keep +me from falling and to present me faultless before the presence of His +glory with exceeding joy.</p> + +<p>"Your message Sunday and your message today burned deeply into my soul, +but it is this little girl whom God was pleased to use in the breaking +of my stony, icy heart. I wish to take her as my own daughter, knowing +that she will lead me still closer to the Lord she loves so well.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>"Rosa," he asked tenderly, "are you willing to be my little girl +instead of my Margaret whom God has taken to Himself?"</p> + +<p>For her answer she slipped her arms about his neck and kissed him, while +Mrs. Dale smiled through her tears upon the happy pair.</p> + +<p>"My brother, may God bless you and keep you," fervently responded the +pastor, "leading you from victory up into victory.</p> + +<p>"You are not the only one to be filled with gratitude for having been +brought under the influence of this child. I too view life differently, +seeing more clearly than ever the duty, nay, privilege of personal +soul-saving work for the Master. Rosa's quest has brought me face to +face with the insignificance of this world, and the realities of the +next. Her attitude is only what that of every true follower of God +should be. Our citizenship is in heaven; from whence also we look for +the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ. If we could only remember our +position in Him, the surrendered life would be the natural outcome, and, +like Rosa, our faces continually would be turned toward the beautiful +land.</p> + +<p>"This is only another verification of the fact that a little child shall +lead them.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it means a rich and new blessing to me!"</p> + +<p>"And to me, too," softly sobbed Mrs. Gray, "fer it's <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>all come through +her, the sweet lamb, and I've been a-threat'nin' to lick her. She was +that patient when my ankle was twisted, that I'll never fergit it, no +never! I can see now how she'd shake of fear when she'd come up to me, +then run to poor old father fer a bit of comfort. I didn't know it then, +but do now, that she was 'most a-starvin' fer the kind of love she +didn't git. How she must have missed her ma! Oh, I've been so awful +mean! I don't see how God can fergive me, but I know He has. I never +knew'd before that the Saviour is fer sech as me. Tom used to try to +tell me, and I wouldn't let him. He wuz good, and I wuzn't. And dear old +father! How happy he and Tom must be tonight, but it'll be dreadfully +lonesome with them all gone. I wish I could have Rosa back ag'in, though +I'm awful glad she's to have sech a good home. And I made sech a fuss +about a-keepin' her till spring. If it hadn't been fer her, I don't know +how I'd ever got along when I couldn't walk. But God has fergive me now, +and I feel like another woman."</p> + +<p>"I'll go back with you, Mis' Gray," faltered Rosa, "if you want me to."</p> + +<p>"No, my child, you promised to stay with me," interrupted the doctor, +"but you may visit Mrs. Gray every week, and I shall see that she never +wants for anything again."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 236px;"> +<img src="images/image114.jpg" width="236" height="361" alt="Dr. Dale and Rosa." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Dr. Dale and Rosa.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>"Ain't He a wonderful Saviour?" said Mrs. Gray, brightening up. "I +can't see how 'tis, but I love them all over there on Burton street now, +and I used to be that ugly they're all afraid of me, I know. Seems like +I can hardly wait till mornin', I'm that anxious to git back to tell +them all about it. They're all so poor, and have sech heavy loads. They +need Him bad to help them, but they don't know He's promised to. And +Billy Bruce, the poor laddie, I want to tell him how sorry I am fer +a-tryin' to throw that piece of coal at him. His ma's drunk most of the +time, and so's his pa. He used to come to me fer somethin' to eat, and I +wouldn't give him a thing, but jest scold him and tell him to git out of +the way, fer I didn't feed beggars. He ain't never had no chance yet, +and I'm jest a-goin' to see what I can do fer him. He's got a good +heart, and once he told me I'd never lick Rosa if he wuz only a little +bigger. He'll run when he see me a-comin', but I'll put some peppermints +in my pocket, and mebbe they'd help catch him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Gray," said Esther, "I am so glad that you are going to help +Billy. I saw him the other day, and feel sure that you can bring him +around all right. I shall come over often to assist you, and I know that +many will find the same dear Friend in whom you are rejoicing tonight.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>"How wonderfully has the Lord's hand been guiding since first I saw +Rosa that cold December day; and the end is not yet!"</p> + +<p>For several minutes the little company sat in silence, each one buried +in thoughts too deep and sacred to find expression in words.</p> + +<p>Presently Rosa lifted her head from the doctor's shoulder, her lustrous +eyes becoming more luminous than ever, as she said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, how glad I am that I have found the way to the beautiful land! +Mother's there, and don't cough no more. Grandpa's there, and we're all +going some day, 'cause Jesus paid the fare a long time ago!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="AFTERWORD" id="AFTERWORD"></a>AFTERWORD.</h2> + + +<p>One bitterly cold December day, while riding in a streetcar in a large +city, a frail-looking little girl, bending beneath the weight of a huge +package, entered the car, sitting directly in front of me. She was +thinly, though neatly, clad. Her pale face was overshadowed by an +expression of care far too old for her baby shoulders, while her eyes +were large, dark, and pathetically wistful.</p> + +<p>There was something irresistible about her whole appearance, impelling +me to cross the aisle and sit down by her side.</p> + +<p>She told me that her name was Rosa, and the conversation which followed, +suggested the story, "<span class="smcap">Rosa's Quest</span>."</p> + +<p>I asked her if she knew anything about Jesus. To this she replied:</p> + +<p>"Not much, ma'am, but it seems like I've heard just a little."</p> + +<p>Of heaven and the way of salvation she was as ignorant as a child in the +wilds of Africa. The sad expression of her face did not alter till I +quoted John 3:16, then looking up with a smile she said:</p> + +<p>"Ain't that pretty?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>For some time we talked, her hungry soul eagerly drinking in the old, +old story, but to her so new.</p> + +<p>Suddenly she left the car, and with a sense of deep depression, I saw +her disappear amid a great, seething mass of humanity.</p> + +<p>If she has not succumbed to the hardships of poverty, she probably is +still toiling on in that proud "Christian" city, and has any one taught +her more of Jesus than she knew that day?</p> + +<p>Who will be responsible for these lost souls, constantly coming into +contact with those who profess to know the Lord?</p> + +<p>Why is it that so many Christians view life from an inverted standpoint, +attaching apparently vastly more importance to the few brief years spent +upon this earth, than to the countless cycles of eternity? Why not view +it normally, making our one business that of serving that blessed +Christ?</p> + +<p>Surely the saddest word in a Christian's vocabulary is indifference. +By-and-by many a one would doubtless gladly forfeit ten thousand years +of heavenly bliss just to recall the wasted opportunities of this day.</p> + +<p>It is an incomparable privilege to be a child of the King, and the only +way in which one may prove his appreciation and loyalty is by the degree +of consecration and quality of service rendered.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>At the day of Christ's appearing there will be many an unrewarded +Christian, saved eternally by the precious blood of God's sacrificial +Lamb, but with no glittering starry crown to cast at those once-pierced +and bleeding feet!</p> + +<p>If the reading of this little story draws any nearer to the Lord, +influencing them to become more diligent in their search for the lost, +it shall accomplish that whereunto it is prayerfully sent.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MANS_QUESTIONS_GODS_ANSWERS" id="MANS_QUESTIONS_GODS_ANSWERS"></a>MAN'S QUESTIONS; GOD'S ANSWERS</h2> + + +<p><b>Am I accountable to God?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Every one of us shall give account of himself to God" (Romans +14:12).</p></div> + +<p><b>Has God seen all my ways?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"All things are naked and opened unto the eyes of Him with whom +we have to do" (Hebrews 4:13).</p></div> + +<p><b>Does He charge me with sin?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"The Scripture hath concluded all under sin" (Galatians 3:22). +"All have sinned" (Romans 3:23).</p></div> + +<p><b>Will He punish sin?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"The soul that sinneth, it shall die" (Ezekiel 18:4).</p> + +<p>"For the wages of sin is death" (Romans 6:23).</p></div> + +<p><b>Must I perish?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"God is not willing that any perish, but that all should come +to repentance" (2 Peter 3:9).</p></div> + +<p><b>How can I escape?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved" +(Acts 16:31).</p></div> + +<p><b>Is He <i>able</i> to save me?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"He is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto +God by Him" (Hebrews 7:25).</p></div> + +<p><b>Is He willing?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners" (1 Timothy +1:15).</p></div> + +<p><b>Am I saved on believing?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"He that believeth on the Son <i>hath</i> everlasting life" (John +3:36).</p></div> + +<p><b>Can I be saved now?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>Now</i> is the accepted time; behold, <i>now</i> is the day of +salvation" (2 Corinthians 6:2).</p></div> + +<p><b>As I am?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out" (John 6:37).</p></div> + +<p><b>Shall I not fall away?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Him that is able to keep you from falling" (Jude 24).</p></div> + +<p><b>If saved, how should I live?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"They which live should not henceforth live unto themselves, +but unto Him which died for them" (2 Corinthians 5:25).</p></div> + +<p><b>What about death, and eternity?</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"I go to prepare a place for you; that <i>where I am</i>, there ye +may be also" (John 14:2, 3).</p></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>LIFE on the HIGHEST PLANE</h3> + +<h4><i>By</i> RUTH PAXSON</h4> + +<h5>Now, all 3 volumes in one book. 820 pages,</h5> + + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 90px;"> +<img src="images/image122.jpg" width="90" height="160" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>The three volumes, "<span class="smcap">The Person and Work of Christ</span>"; "<span class="smcap">The +Relation Between Christ and the Christian</span>"; and "<span class="smcap">The Believer's +Response to the Holy Spirit's Inworking</span>" have now been combined, +without revision and with fourteen colored charts included in one handy +volume. These Bible studies were first given in embryo to pastors, +evangelists, teachers, and other Christian leaders in conferences held +in China. Later, printed in three volumes, they brought great blessing +to many.</p> + + +<h4><i>Other Books by Ruth Paxson</i></h4> + +<p><b>GOD'S PLAN OF REDEMPTION</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>It will aid one in personal Bible study or provide a practical +outline for study groups. The questions are based on the +teaching in each chapter of "Life on the Highest Plane." Can be +used with or without the larger book. 48 pages, paper,</p></div> + +<p><b>CALLED UNTO HOLINESS</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Addresses given at Keswick's Conference in England. Sounds the +clarion call to a more holy life. 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Perhaps few Christians +have heard or read the Divine plan and purpose for the life of +the believer presented so tersely, simply and clearly, and +withal so lovingly and compellingly. 124 pages, paper,</p></div> + +<p><b>CALEB, THE OVERCOMER</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>An inspiring account of this outstanding Bible character, a man +out of the common run of people who lived a life brilliant in +faith, obedience and courage. 80 pages, paper,</p></div> + +<p><b>MOODY PRESS. 153 Institute Pl., Chicago 10, Ill.</b></p> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>BIBLE LESSONS IN BIBLE ORDER</h3> + +<h5>(<i>For Teachers of Children</i>)</h5> + +<h3><span class="smcap">By Mrs. Frank Hamilton</span></h3> + +<p> +Vol. I: <span class="smcap">The Pentateuch</span><br /> +<br /> +Vol. II: <span class="smcap">Joshua to Solomon</span><br /> +<br /> +Vol. III: <span class="smcap">The Kingdoms of Israel and Judah</span>:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Concluding lessons from the Old Testament</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Vol. IV: <span class="smcap">The Life of Christ</span>—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Matthew, Mark, Luke, John</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Vol. V: <span class="smcap">The Acts of the Apostles</span> <i>and Program Material</i><br /> +</p> + +<p>With the use of the blackboard and objects, the lessons in Bible order, +beginning with Genesis, are taught in a way that the child can <i>see</i> +them as well as <i>hear</i> them, and thus be able to <i>retain</i> them.</p> + +<p>Each lesson begins with a Golden Text, which may be used as a memory +verse, after which the story is told in a manner that will interest the +young. 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Pierson.</b></p> + +<p>22. <b>The Most Important Thing in My Life.</b> The testimony of <b>Dr. Howard +A. Kelly</b>, world-famous surgeon. <b>William S. Dutton.</b></p> + +<p>23. <b>Where Are the Dead?</b> <b>H.C. Marshall.</b></p> + +<p>25. <b>Mary Antipas.</b> Story. <b>Howard W. Pope.</b></p> + +<p>26. <b>Four Old Pals.</b> Story. <b>Frederick Burnham.</b></p> + +<p>28. <b>Dios es Amor</b> (God Is Love). Spanish edition of No. 1.</p> + +<p>29. <b>Forethought in Creation.</b> <b>W. Bell Dawson.</b></p> + +<p>30. <b>Bryan's Last Word on Evolution.</b> <b>William Jennings Bryan.</b></p> + + +<p>33. <b>The Double Cure.</b> A Gospel appeal. <b>Melvin E. Trotter.</b></p> + +<p>35. <b>Old Truths for Young Lives.</b> For children.</p> + +<p>37. <b>How to Have a Happy Home.</b> <b>Harold Francis Branch.</b></p> + +<p>38. <b>The Peril of Unbelief and the Danger of Doubt.</b> <b>D.L. Moody.</b></p> + +<p>39. <b>Moody the Evangelist.</b> <b>Joseph B. 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