"I begin to have a hope that you will teach me more than I ever learned from it before," he replied earnestly. As in sweet, unaffected, girlish tones she read the ancient story of human suffering and sorrow, the scenes passed in seeming reality before the student. He was intensely excited, though so quiet. When one with a strong mind recognizes that he is approaching a crisis in life, there is an awe that calms and controls. Lottie, with her intense vitality, could arouse even a sluggish nature. But to earnest Hemstead, with his vivid fancy, and large faith, this beautiful but erratic creature reading the neglected Bible, to find for him a sweeter and sunnier gospel than he had preached, seemed a special providence that presaged more than he had dared to conjecture; and he listened as one who expected a new revelation. Indeed his darkness was losing its opaqueness. Rays of light were quivering through it. Her plain and bitter words of protest against his sermon had already shown him, in a measure, that he had exaggerated, in his first crude sermonizing, one truth, and left out the balancing and correcting truth. Familiar with all the story of Lazarus, his mind travelled beyond the reader, and with mingled joy and self-condemnation he already began to see how he had misrepresented the God of Love. With intense eagerness he watched and waited to see the effect of the complete story on Lottie's mind. When she came to the words, "Jesus said unto her, _I_ am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die,"--she stopped and said, "This is very remarkable language. What does it mean?" "Read on; read to the end," he urged. She caught his eager expectancy, and read, with an absorbing interest, the truth that now seemed stranger than any fiction. When she reached the words, "He groaned in spirit, and was troubled," she raised her eyes in a quick glance of inquiry. "Read on," said Hemstead, in breathless interest. A moment later, the shortest verse in the Bible was upon her lips. Then she ceased reading aloud, and the student saw her eyes hastily, as if she were unable to endure the momentary delay of pronunciation, scanning the story to its end. "Mr. Hemstead," she asked excitedly, "why did Jesus weep and groan, when in a few moments Lazarus would be alive, and the scene of mourning be changed to one of joy?" With tears in his eyes, he replied, "There is One guiding you--guiding us both--who can answer that question better than I." "We believe that Jesus Christ is God, do we not?" she half mused, half questioned, her brows contracting with intense thought. "Yes," he said reverently.