The girl chose the fourteenth chapter of John, and over and over again,

whenever the restless nerves tormented their victim, she would read those

words, "Let not your heart be troubled" until the selfish soul, who had

lived all her life to please the world and do her own pleasure, came at

last to hear the words, and feel that perhaps she did believe in God, and

might accept that invitation, "Believe also in me."

One day Elizabeth had been reading a psalm, and thought her grandmother

was asleep. She was sitting back with weary heart, thinking what would

happen if her grandmother should not get well. The old lady opened her

eyes.

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"Elizabeth," she said abruptly, just as when she was well, "you've been a

good girl. I'm glad you came. I couldn't have died right without you. I

never thought much about these things before, but it really is worth

while. In my Father's house. He is my Father, Elizabeth."

She went to sleep then, and Elizabeth tiptoed out and left her with the

nurse. By and by Marie came crying in, and told her that the Madam was

dead.

Elizabeth was used to having people die. She was not shocked; only it

seemed lonely again to find herself facing the world, in a foreign land.

And when she came to face the arrangements that had to be made, which,

after all, money and servants made easy, she found herself dreading her

own land. What must she do after her grandmother was laid to rest? She

could not live in the great house in Rittenhouse Square, and neither could

she very well go and live in Flora Street. O, well, her Father would hide

her. She need not plan; He would plan for her. The mansions on the earth

were His too, as well as those in heaven.

And so resting she passed through the weary voyage and the day when the

body was laid to rest in the Bailey lot in the cemetery, and she went back

to the empty house alone. It was not until after the funeral that she went

to see Grandmother Brady. She had not thought it wise or fitting to invite

the hostile grandmother to the other one's funeral. She had thought

Grandmother Bailey would not like it.

She rode to Flora Street in the carriage. She felt too weary to walk or go

in the trolley. She was taking account of stock in the way of friends,

thinking over whom she cared to see. One of the first bits of news she had

heard on arriving in this country had been that Miss Loring's wedding was

to come off in a few days. It seemed to strike her like a thunderbolt, and

she was trying to arraign herself for this as she rode along. It was

therefore not helpful to her state of mind to have her grandmother remark

grimly: "That feller o' yours 'n his oughtymobble has been goin' up an' down this

street, day in, day out, this whole blessed summer. Ain't been a day he

didn't pass, sometimes once, sometimes twicet. I felt sorry fer him

sometimes. Ef he hadn't been so high an' mighty stuck up that he couldn't

recognize me, I'd 'a' spoke to him. It was plain ez the nose on your face

he was lookin' fer you. Don't he know where you live?"




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