"Well,mychild,"repliedtheoldgentleman,withasmile."I'vebroughthereaheartfulloftroubleandwickednessmanyatime,soyouneednotfearhurtingthegarden."
"ButIfearIshallpainandshockyou."
"Ihopeyouwill.I'mgoingtofeelwithandforyou.What'sthegoodofmysittingherelikeapost?"
"Well,"saidIda,desperately,"Ipromisedtotellyoueverything,andIwill.IfthereisanychanceformeI'llthenknowit,foryouwillnotdeceiveme.Somehow,whatIamandwhatIhavetosayseemedinsuchsadcontrastwithyouandyourgardenthatIbecameafraid.Youaskedaboutmyparents.Myfatherisaveryunhappyman.Heseemstohavelosthopeandcourage.InowbegintoseethatIhavebeenchieflytoblameforthis.Idonothingforhiscomfort.Indeed,IhavebeensooccupiedwithmyselfandmyownpleasurethatIhavegivenhimlittlethought.Hedoesnotspendmuchofhistimeathome,andwhenIsawhimhewasalwaystired,sad,andmoody.Heseemedtopossessnothingthatcouldministertomyprideandpleasuresavemoney,andItookthatfreely,withscarcelyeventhanksinreturn.
"Idon'tliketospeakagainstmymother,buttruthcompelsmetoaddthatsheactsmuchinthesameway.Idon'tthinkshelovespapa.Perhapsourtreatmentisthechiefreasonwhylife,seemingly,hasbecometohimaburden.Whenhe'snotbusyinheofficehedrinks,anddrinks,andIfearitisonlytoforgethistrouble.
Onceortwicethissummerhehaslookedlikeaman,andappearedcapableofthrowingoffthisdestroyinghabit,andthenbymywretchedfollyImadehimdoworsethanever,"andsheburstintoaremorsefulpassionoftears.
"That'sright,mychild,"saidMr.Eltinge,takingoffhisspectaclesthathemightwipehissympatheticeyes;"youwereverymuchtoblame.Thankgod,therearenoPhariseesinthisgarden.
Godblessyou;goon."
"ThisthatI'vetoldyouaboutmyfatheroughttobemychieftrouble,butitisn't,"falteredIda."Ifearyouwon'tunderstandmeverywellnow,andyoucertainlywillneverbeabletounderstandhowIcouldbetemptedtodosomethingattheverythoughtofwhichInowshudder."
"Nomatter;myMastercanunderstanditallifIcan't.He'slistening,too,remember."
"Itfrightensmetothinkso,"saidIda,inanawed,tremblingtone.
"That'sbecauseyoudon'tknowhim.Ifyouwereseverelywounded,wouldyoubefrightenedtoknowthatagoodphysicianwasrightathandtohealyou?"
"Butisn'tGodtooinfiniteandfarawaytolistentolistentothestoryofmyweaknessandfolly?Idarenotthinkofhim.Mydifficultyisjustthis——heISGod,andwhatamI?"
"Oneofhislittlechildren,mydear.Yes,heisinfinite,butnotfaraway.Intheworstofmyweaknessandfollyhelistenedpatiently,andhelpedmeoutofmytrouble.Howareyougoingtogetoverthisfact?Hehaslistenedtoandhelpedmultitudesofothersineverykindoftroubleandwrong.Howareyougoingtogetoverthesefacts?"
Idaslowlywipedhereyes.Herfacegrewverypale,andshelookedatMr.Eltingesteadilyandearnestly,asiftogatherfromhisexpressionandmanner,aswellaswords,thepreciseeffectofherconfession.
"Mr.Eltinge,"shesaid,"atthistimeyesterdayIdidnotexpecttobealiveto-day.Iexpectedtobedead,andbymyownhand.
WillGodforgivesuchwickedness?"
"Dead!"exclaimedtheoldgentleman,startingup.
"Yes,"saidIda,growingstillpalerandtremblingwithapprehension,butstilllookingfixedlyatMr.Eltingeasifshewouldlearnfromhisfacewhethershecouldhopeormustdespairbecauseofherintendedcrime.
"Andwhatchangedyourawfulpurpose,mychild?"hesaid,verygravely.
"Yourwordsattheprayer-meetinglastnight."
Theoldgentlemanremovedhishatandreverentlybowedhishead.
"OGod,"hemurmured,"thouhastbeenmercifultomeallmydays;
Ithanktheeforthiscrowningmercy."
"ButwillGodbemercifultoME?"criedIda,inatoneofsharpagony.
Theoldmancametoheside,andplacinghishandsonherheadspokewithalmosttheauthorityandsolemnityofoneofGod'sancientprophets.
"Yes,mychild,yes,hewillbemercifuluntoyou——hewillforgiveyou.Butinyourdeepneedyourequiremorethantheassuranceofapoorsinfulmortallikeyourself.ListentoGod'sownword:
'ThussaiththehighandloftyOnethatinhabitetheternity,whosenameisHoly:Idwellinthehighandholyplace,withhimalsothatisofacontriteandhumblespirit,torevivethespiritofthehumble,andtorevivetheheartofthecontriteones.'
"'Likeasafatherpitiethhischildren,sotheLordpitieththemthatfearhim.'
"'Ifweconfessoursinsheisfaithfulandjusttoforgiveusoursins;andthebloodofJesusChrist,hisSon,cleansethusfromallsin.'Godanswersyourquestionhimself,mychild."
"Oh,mayHeblessyouforyourkindnesstome!Ithassavedmefromdespairanddeath,"sobbedIda,buryingherfaceinherhands,andgivingwaytothenaturalexpressionoffeelingthateverrelievesaheartthathaslongbeenoverburdened.
ForafewmomentsMr.Eltingesaidnothing,butgentlystrokedthebowedheadashemightcaressadaughterofhisown.Atlastheasked,withavoicethatwasbrokenfromsympathywithheremotion,"HowaboutmyMaster,whosekindprovidencehasbroughtallthisabout?"
Idagraduallybecamemorequiet,andassoonasshecouldtrustherselftospeakshelifterherheadandanswered:
"Mr.Eltinge,IthinkIcanlearntoloveGodasyouportrayhimtome.ButinmyimperfectionandwickednessIhavenotdaredtothinkofhimtillIcamehere."
"Now,isn'tthatjustlikethedevil'swork!"exclaimedMr.Eltinge.
"ItwasourimperfectionandwickednessthatbroughtChristtoourrescue,andyetyouhavebeenmadetobelievethatyourchiefclaimuponourDivineFriendisahopelessbarrieragainstyou!"
"Mr.Eltinge,"saidIda,slowly,asifsheweretryingtobesurethateachwordexpressedherthought,"itwasthatword,FRIEND,asyouuseditlastnight,thatcaughtmyearandrevivedmyhopes.
Inowbelievethatifyouhadspokenonlyofdutyortruth,orevenofGodintheordinaryway,Ishouldnowbe"——sheburiedherfaceinherhandsandshuddered——"Ishouldnotbeinthissunnygardenwiththememorythatyourhandshaverestedonmyhandsinblessing.
IfIamtolive,Ishallneed,aboveallthings,afriend,andaverypatientandhelpfulone,orelsemyburdenwillbeheavierthanIcancarry.Ihavetoldyouaboutmyparents,andyouthusknowwhatImustlookforwardtoinmyownhome.Butsuchismyweaknessandfolly,Ihaveafarworsetroublethanthat.Youmaysmileatitandthinkthattimewillbringspeedyrelief.Perhapsitwill——Ihopeso.IfeelthatIknowsolittleaboutmyselfandeverythingelsethatIcanneverbesureofanythingagain.Mr.
Eltinge,Ihavebeensounfortunateastogivemywholeheart'slovetoamanwhodespisesme.Atfirstheseemedsomewhatattracted,buthesoondiscoveredhowimperfectandignorantIwas,andcoldlywithdrew.Heisnowpayinghisaddresses,Ibelieve,toanotherlady,andImustadmitthatsheisalovelygirl,andeverywayworthyofhim.Ithinkshewillreturnhisregard,ifshedoesnotalready.Butwhethershedoesornotcannotmatter,forheissofarmysuperiorineveryrespectthathewouldneverthinkofmeagain.Inordertohidemyfoolish,hopelesspassion,IreceivedattentionsfromanothermanthatIdetested,andwhohassinceprovedhimselfanuttervillain,butitsohappenedthatmynamebecamesocloselyassociatedwiththislowfellow,thatwhenmyheartwasbreakingforanotherreason,allthoughtthatitwasbecauseIwasinfatuatedwithamanIloathed.EvenMr.VanBergthoughtso,andIintendedtocompelhimtorespectme,oratleasttothinkbetterofme,evenifIhadtodietocarryoutmypurpose.Iwasdesperateandblindwithdisappointmentanddespair.Toastrongman,Isuppose,thesethingsdonotcountsogreatly,butI'minclinedtothinkwhatwithuspoorwomenourheart-lifeiseverything.I
fairlyshiveratthethoughtofthefuture.HowcanIcarrythisheavyburden,yearafteryear?Oh,howcanIbearit?HowcanI
bearit?"andhereyesbecamefullofdesperatetroubleagain,attheprospectbeforeher.
"Well,mydear,"saidMr.Eltingeinbrokentones,"myheartgoesouttoyouinsympathyasifyouweremyowndaughter,butoldJamesEltingecandobutlittletowardscuringyourdeeptroubles."
"Idonothopetobecured,"saidIda,despondently,"butIwouldbeverygladifIcouldthinkmylifewouldnotbeaburdentomyselfandothers."
Mr.Eltingeponderedafewmoments,andthenbrightenedup,asifapleasantthoughthadstruckhim.
"Whatdoyouthinkofthispear-treeagainstwhichI'mleaning?"
heasked."YourememberIsaiditowedmeagoodturn,andperhapsIcangetmybestfruitfromitto-day."
"Ithinkitisaprettytree,"saidIda,wonderingly;"andnowI
noticethattherearesomefinepearsonit."
"Yes,andtheyareaboutripe.Letusseeifwecan'treversetheoldstorywithwhichtheBiblecommences.Themanshalltemptthewomanthistime,andthisshallbeatreeoftheknowledgeofgood,notofevil.Poorchild,youknowenoughaboutthatalready;"
andtheoldgentlemanclimbeduponhischair,andwithhiscaneloosenedalargeyellowpearwithacrimsonblushonitssunnyside.
"Takemyhatandcatchit,"hehadsaidtoIda;andshedidso.
"Now,I'vemadeyouanaccomplicealready,andsoyoumayaswelleatthepearwhileItellyouabitofhistoryconcerningthistree.Itmayhelpmetosuggestsomeveryencouragingtruths."
ButIdaheldherpearandlookedwistfullyatthespeaker.Herheartwasstilltoosoretoenterintothehalf-playfulmannerbywhichhesoughttogivealessgloomycasttoherthoughts.
"Someyearsago,"saidMr.Eltinge,resuminghisseat,"wehadanightofdarknessandviolentstormlikethatthroughwhichyou,poorchild,havejustpassed.Thegardenfencewasblowndown,andsomestraycattlegotinandmadesadhavoc.Thispear-treewasalittlethingthen,andwhenIcameoutinthemorningitwasinabadplight,Icantellyou.Thewindhadsnappedoffthetop,anditlaywitheringontheground.Worsethanthis,oneofthecattlehadsteppedonit,bruisingitseverely,andhalfbreakingitoffneartheroot.Idon'tknowwhichoftheyoungmenyouhavenamedthisunrulybeasttypifies——bothof'em,I'minclinedtothink."
HereIdashookherheadinprotestagainstVanBergbeingclassedwithSibley,andatthesametimecouldnotforbeartheglimmerofasmileattheoldman'shomelyimagery.
"Well,accordingtomycreed,"continuedMr.Eltinge,"'whilethere'slifethere'shope,'soIliftedupthepoor,prostratelittletree,andtiedittoastoutstake.ThenIgotgraftingwaxandcoveredthebruisesandbrokenplaces,andfinallytiedallupascarefullyasIusedtomyboys'fingerswhenthecutthem,sixtyoddyearsago.Andnowmark,mychild;IhaddoneallthatIcoulddo.I
couldn'tmakethewoundshealorevenanewtwigstart;andyethereisastatelyyoungtreebeginningtobeardeliciousfruit.
Naturetookmysorry-lookinglittlecaseinhand,andslowlyatfirst,butbyandbywithincreasedvigorandrapidity,shedevelopedwhatyousee.Ihaveanaffectionforthistree,andliketoleanagainstit,andsometimesIhalffancyitlikestohaveme."
"Ishouldthinkitoughtto,"saidIda,heartily,withtearsinhereyes,butasmileonherlips.
"Well,now,mychild,togoonwithmyparable,whatnaturewastothispear-tree,nature'sGodmustbetoyou.Wecannotfindinnaturenorinthehappiesthumanlovethatwhichcansatisfyourdeepspiritualneed;butwecanfindallinhimwhocamefromheaveninourbehalf.JesusChrististhepatient,helpfulFriendyouneed.Hebringsmorethanjoy——eventhepeaceandrestthatfollowfulltrustinOnepledgedtotakecareofusandmakeeverythingturnoutforthebest.Hesaysofthosewhocometohim,'Igiveuntothemeternallife,andtheyshallneverperish.'Ifyouwilltakethislifefromhimitwillneverbeaburdentoyou,anditwillalwaysbeablessingtoothers."
"IfearIdon'tquiteunderstandyou,Mr.Eltinge.Whatisthis'eternallife'——thisnew,addedlifewhichyousayChristoffers,andwhichI'msureI'dbeverygladtotakeifIknewhow?"
"LetJesusansweryouhimself,mychild.Hesaidplainly:'Thisislifeeternal,thattheymightknowtheetheonlytrueGod,andJesusChrist,whomthouhassent.'PerhapsIcanmakeourLord'swordsclearerfromyourownexperience,ifyouwillpermitmetorefertoyourfeelingstowardthemanwho,whetherworthyornothaswonyourlove.Supposeheisallyouimagine,andthathelavishedonyouthebesttreasuresofhisheart;wouldnotlifeathissideseemlifeinverytruth,andlifeelsewherebutmereexistence?"
"Yes,"saidIda,withbowedheadandpalecheeks."Ibegintounderstandyounow.ItseemstomethatIcouldwelcomesorrow,poverty,andevendeath,athisside,andcallliferichandfull.
Butasitis——oh,Mr.Eltinge,teachmeyourfaith,lestIgivewaytodespairagain!"
"Poorchild!poorchild!Don'tmywhitehairsteachyouthatI
amonthethresholdofthehomeinwhich'Godshallwipeawayalltears'?"
"Ienvyyou,"criedIda,almostpassionately."ThinkhowfarIamfromthathome!"
"Well,youarenotfarfromtheDivineFriendwholeadstothathome,andwhenyoucometoKNOWhimandhisloveyourlifewillbegintogrowricherandsweeterandfullertoalleternity.Thisiseternallife.It'sknowtheGodwholovesusandwhomwehavelearnedtolove.It'snotlivingonandonforeverinabeautifulheaven,anymorethantheearthlylifeyoucraveislivingonandoninapleasanthomesuchasthemanofyourheartmightprovide.
Thetruelifeisthepresenceofthelovedonehimself,andallthatheistousandallthathecandoforus;andifamortalandfinitecreatureseemstoyousoabletoimpartlife,howinfinitelymoreblessedwillthelifeeventuallybewhichcomesfromaGodofboundlesspowerandboundlesslove!"
"Alas,Mr.Eltinge,Godseemstooboundless."
"DidGodseemtooboundlesstothelittlechildrenwhomhetookinhisarmsandblessed?"
"OhthatIhadbeenoneofthem!"saidIda,withasuddenrushoftears.
"Come,mydearyoungfriend,donotexpecttoomuchofyourselfto-day.Youcannottakeinallthistruthatonce,anymorethanthisyoungpeartreecouldtakeallthedewandsunshine,coldandheatforautumnfrostsareneededaswellasspringshowers
thatnaturehadinstoreforit,butitslifewasassuredfromthemomentitwasabletoreceivenature'srestoringinfluences.Sowithgreatercertaintyahappy,usefullifeisassuredtoyouassoonasyoureceiveJesusChristasyourSaviour,Teacher,andLife-giver.'Asmanyasreceivedhim,tothemgavehepowertobecomethesonsofGod,'andIassureyoutheGreatKingwilllookafterhischildrenrightroyally.Butyoudon'tknowhimverywellyet,andsocannothavethelifewhichflowsfromhisfulnessoflife.Supposeyoucomeheremornings,andwe'llreadtogetherthestoryofJesus,justasitistoldintheNewTestament,andIdon'tbelieveitwillbelongbeforeyouwillsaytomethatmyFriendisyoursalso.Now,comeuptothehouseandI'llintroduceyoutomysister.Youthinkmeasaint;butI'llshowyouwhatahumanappetiteIhave."
"Ihearabrooknearby,"saidIda;"mayInotgotoitandbathemyface?"
"Yes,dowhatyoulikebestwhilehere.Wouldyouratherbatheinthebrookthanatthehouse?"
"Yes,indeed.Everythingseemssacredhere,andIcanimaginethebrookyondertobearillfromtheJordan."
"Don'tbesuperstitiousandsentimental,"saidtheoldgentleman,shakinghisheadgravely."ThelifeofaChristianmeanshonest,patientwork,andChrist'sbloodalonecanwashustillwearewhiterthansnow."
Ida'sfacegrewearnestandnobleasshesteppedtothesymbolictreeandplacedherhandononeofitslowerbranches.
"Mr.Eltinge,"shesaidgentlyandgravely,"asthisbroken,woundedtreereceivedallthehelpnaturegaveit,soI,morebruisedandbroken,willtrytoreceiveallthehelpChristwillgivemetobearmyburdenandlivealifepleasingtohim.Ishallbeverygladindeedtocomehereandlearntoknowhimbetterunderyourmostkindandfaithfulteaching,andasIlearn,Iwilltrytodomybest;butoh,Mr.Eltinge,youcan'trealizehowveryweakandimperfect——howignorantandfulloffaultsIam!"
"Justsothepoorlittletreemighthavespokenifithadhadavoice.IndeedIthoughtitWOULDdie.Butnowlookatthefruitoveryourhead.Youshalltakesomeofithome,andeverypearwillbeasermontoyou——ajuicyone,too.Ifyouwilldoasyousay,mychild,allwillbewell."
Shebathedhertear-stainedfaceinthebrook,andcamebacklookingfairerthananyflowerinthegarden.Thentheywentuptotheold-fashionedhouse.
"Mydear,thisismysister,MissEltinge,"hesaid,presentingawhite-hairedoldlady,whostillwasevidentlymuchyoungerthanherbrother.Then,turningsuddenlyaroundincomicaldismay,hesaid,"Why,blessyou,mychild,Idon'tknowyourname!Well,well,nomatter!IknowYOU.TherearepeoplewhosenamesI'veknownhalfmylife,andyetIdon'tknowthemanddon'ttrust'em."
"MynameisIdaMayhew,"saidtheyounggirlsimply."IheardMr.
Eltingespeakattheprayer-meetinglastnightinsuchawaythatIwantedtoseehimandaskhishelpandadvice,andhehasbeenvery,verykindtome.Hecantellyouall."
"Yes,ifhechooses,"saidtheoldgentlemanwithalaugh."Sisterknowsmetoowellinmycharacteroffatherconfessortoexpectmetotelleverything."
Theymadeherathomeasthesimpleandwell-bredonlycando.
AfterdinnerMissEltingetriedtoentertainherforawhile,butatlastsaid,withappreciativetact:
"Mydear,Ithinkyouwillbestenjoyyourselfifyouarelefttorangetheoldhouseandplaceatwill.Aftermybrotherhasrestedhewilljoinyouagain."
Idawasgladtobealone.Shehadmadeapromiseoffar-reachingandvitalimportthatmorning.Lifewastakingonnewaspectsthatweresounfamiliarthatshewasbewildered.Shewentbacktothegarden,and,takingMr.Eltinge'sseat,leanedagainsttheemblematicpear-tree,whichshecuriouslybegantoassociatewithherself,andforwhichshewasalreadyconsciousofsomethinglikeaffection.
"Oh,"shesighed,"ifmylifewouldonlycometoaboundwithdeedscorrespondingtothefruitthatisbendingtheseboughsaboveme,itcouldnotbeaburden,thoughtitmightbeverysadandlonely.
InowbegintounderstandJennieBurton——herconstanteffortinbehalfofothers.ButHEwillcomfortherbeforelong.Herdarkdaysarenearlyover.Nomatterhowdeeporgreathertroublesmayhavebeen,theymustvanishinthesunshineofsuchaman'slove.
Iwonderifhehasspokenplainlyyet——butwhatneedofwords?
Hiseyesandmannerhavetoldherallahundredtimes.Iwishshecouldbemyfriend,IwishIcouldspeaktoherplainly,forsheissokindandwise;butImustshunher,orelseshe'lldiscoverthesecretthatI'dhidefromherevenmorecarefullythanfromhim,ifsuchathingwerepossible.Iwonderiftheyevermetbeforetheycamehere.Ineversawonehumanbeinglookatanotherasshesometimeslooksathim.Ibelievethatdeepinherheartshefairlyidolizeshim,althoughhersingularself-controlenablesher,asageneralthing,totreathimwiththeeaseandfranknessofafriend.Well,shemaylovehimmoredeeplythanIdobecausepossessingadeepernature.IcanbutgiveallIhave.ButIthinkmylovewouldbelikethelittlebrookoverthere.It'snotverydeeporobtrusive,butMr.Eltingesaysithasneverfailed.Well,well!thesearenotthethoughtsforme,thoughhowIcanhelpthemIcannottell.Iwilltrytowinalittlerespectfromhimbeforewepart,andthenmylife,likethispear-tree,mustbefullofgooddeedsforthosewhohavethebestrighttoreceivethem,"andtakingasmallpen-knifefromherpocketshemountedthechair,andcarvedwithinthetwolowerbrancheswheretheycouldnoteasilybediscoveredthewords,"IdaMayhew."
ChapterXLII.TheCorner-StoneofCharacter.
AfterthecharacteristicactbywhichIdahadidentifiedthetree——oncesobruisedandbroken——withherself,shesatdownagainatitsfootandthoughtlonganddeeply.Thedeephushandquietofthequaintoldgardenwasjustwhatsheneededafterthedeliriumofherpassionanddespair.Herpulsebegantogrowmoreeven,andherbeautifulfacesweetandnoblewiththebetterthoughtsshenowwasentertaining.Asshesatthereleaningherheadagainsttheboleofthetree,theshadowsoftheleavesabovedeepeningandbrighteningacrossherpalefeatures,andherlarge,darkeyesoftengrowinghumidwithsympathywithherthoughts,shemadeasfairapictureascouldEveherself,wereshedreamingoverherlostgarden-home.Atlastshesaidslowly:
"IwonderifitwillbepossibleforaDivinelovegraduallytosupplantahumanlove?'Whomtoknowiseternallife.'Thishopeseemstobemyonlyhope——myonlyremedy,myonechance.Imustsoongobacktothecity,whereIcannotseegoodoldMr.Eltinge,whereIwillnolongerhavetheexcitementofoccasionallymeetingMr.VanBerg,whereIshallbefacttofacewithonlythehard,prosaicdifficultiesthatwillaboundintheworldwithout,butespeciallyinmyownhome.IplainlyforeseethatIshallbecomebitter,selfish,andrecklessagain,unlessIfindsuchaFriendasMr.Eltingedescribes,whowillgivemedailyandpositivehelp;
ameredecorous,formalreligionwillbeofnomoreusetomethanpicturesofbreadtothefamishing.Imusthaveastrong,patientFriendwhowillseemethroughmytroubles,orI'mlost.ImayevengrowasdesperateandwickedasIhavebeenagain,"andsheburiedherfaceinherhandsandfairlytrembledwithapprehension.
"Come,mychild,cheerup!Allwillendwellyet.Takeanoldman'swordforit.I'velivedthroughseveraltroublesthatIthoughtwouldfinishme,thankstothegoodLord,andhereIamnow,safeandsoundandinthepossessionoftwogoodhomes——thisoneandthebetteroneovertherivertheysayissodark.Idon'tbelieveit'smuchmoreofarivertotheChristianthanyonderlittlebrook;
butIcantellyou,mychild,we'llfindawonderfuldifferencebetweenthetwoshores."
Idafoundthattheoldgentlemanhadjoinedherunperceived,andshetoldhimofherfears.
"Now,don'tworry,"heanswered,"aboutwhatwillhappenwhenyougobacktothecity.Christhimselfhassaid:'Sufficientuntothedayistheevilthereof.'Yourwholedutyistodoyourbestnow,andhe'lltakecareofthefuture.Hedidnotcallhimselfthe'GoodShepherd'fornothing,asIandmillionsofothers,knowfromexperience.He'llseeyouoverallthehardplaces,ifyouaskhimto,andjustfollowpatiently.Youmaynotbeabletoseethewayorknowwhereheisleadingyou,anymorethanthesheep;
butthepath,howeverflintyandthorny,willendinthefold.Ofthatbeassured."Andhegaveheroneortwosadchaptersfromhisownlifeofwhichhecouldnowspeakcalmlyandunderstandingly.
Astheywereabouttopart,Idasaid:"Mr.Eltinge,I'msoignorantthatIhavenottheremotestideahowtocommencethisChristianlife.Igreatlywishtoformacharacterworthyofrespect,butIdon'tknowhowtosetaboutit."
"Commencebylivingsimpleandtrue,mydear.Truthfulnessisthecorner-stoneofthecharacterthatmenmostrespectandGodwillhonor.Noneofuscanbeperfect,butwecanallbehonest,andpretendtobenobetterthanweare.Justsimplyfollowyourconscience,praydailyforlightandguidance,anddothebestyoucan.Liveuptothelightasyougetit,andrememberthegoodLordwillbeaspatientwithyouasamotherwithherbabythatisjustlearningtowalk.Betruthfulandsincereasyouhavebeenwithmeto-day,andallwillbewell."
Thenhebroughtastep-ladder,andfilledalittlebasketwithpears.
"They'llripennicelyinyourdrawer,"hesaid,"andIshouldn'twonderifyoufound'emkindofnourishingtoyoursoulaswellasbody,nowyouknowhowtheygrew."
WithapromisetocomeonthemorrowIdadroveawaymorecheeredandcomfortedthanshehadthoughtitpossibleevertobeagain.
Butassheapproachedthehotelpiazza,andsawtheartisttalkingwithJennieBurton,sheexperiencedasinkingofheartthattaughtherhowdifficultherpathmustbeatbest.
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