Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
Saul looked earnestly into the old man’s face. He knew something of
Abner’s belief and hope, though it was now several years since he had
spoken of it in his hearing. As a youth his grandfather, who was slowly
gathering up fragments from the prophetic Scriptures, and, in common
with many others who met for prayer and meditation, beginning to awaken
to a belief in the sudden and instantaneous appearing of the Lord on
earth, had striven to convince the boy of the truth of this belief,
and awaken within his soul that burning love and longing after the
coming and kingdom of the Lord which was stealing upon his own. Saul,
however, had not been responsive. To him it was all old wives’ fables,
and he had sometimes mocked and sometimes sneered, so that Abner
had soon ceased to urge him, trusting that faith would come at last
through the mercy of God, though not by the will of man. Nevertheless
the foundations had been laid, inasmuch as Saul now understood what
his grandfather meant, and could even recall the words of Scriptural
promise in which Christ had spoken of His return, and the Apostles had
exhorted the early churches to remain steadfast in the hope of it. And
as these memories crowded in upon his mind and brain now--now that
the love of the Lord had awakened within him, and he was only longing
for some means of showing that love and abasing himself at His feet
in penitence and adoration--the memory of these words and promises
came back to him charged with a wonderful beauty and significance, and
clasping his hands together he replied in a choked voice--
“It is too wonderful and beautiful to be believed, but He has said it.
If He were to come to-night, grandfather, I dare scarcely to hope that
such an one as I should be counted worthy to be caught away to meet Him
in the air; but if I might but look upon His glorified face it would be
enough. He would know how much I love Him, and how I hate myself and
my vile life. I should see Him--I should be able to look up to Him and
say--‘My Lord and my God!’ I do not even ask more!”
Abner was silent for a moment, and then said in a voice that quivered
with the intensity of his emotion--
“And, my lad, if the Lord delays His own coming, but calls to you to
meet Him in another way, would you be afraid?”
Saul looked at him quickly, and read in a moment all that was in
Abner’s soul.
“Do you mean that I shall die?” he asked.
There was silence for a moment, and then Abner spoke--
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