He gave it as his opinion, that she could not live many hours at most, and that if anything could be done to ease her suffering, which was altogether the effect of mental distress, most certainly it should be done. He could do no good, so he took his departure, having other cases to see to, and Charlie withdrew to the fire at the other end of the apartment, leaving Mabel and Minnie to administer whatever remedy it might be in their power to offer. Minnie immediately approached the dying woman, and finding her conscious bent over her, whispering softly in her ear. "God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him might not perish, but have everlasting life." She started up at the words, but her strength was not sufficient, murmuring to herself, "Not for me, oh, not for me." "Yes, for you," said Minnie with a quiet confidence in her tone that carried with it a visible influence. "For every one who believes. Jesus came to call, not the righteous, but sinners to repentance. He is calling you now. Won't you answer?" "I can't, I can't. How can I who have never spoken his name except to profane it!" "But God will forgive all that for His Son's sake. Don't you know that Jesus died that God might be able to forgive us all our sins?" "I know nothing but that I am a sinner, and the wages of sin is death," she moaned in a voice that was momentarily getting weaker. "But the gift of God is eternal life," added Minnie turning to the place in her Testament which she had brought. "See, those are the words that follow, you can read them for yourself." She took the book and spelt out the words by the light of the candle which Minnie held up for her. "You see," continued she, "the one is what you have earned what you must get if you persist in standing on your own merits--the other is a gift. We get wages as we deserve them, but a gift has nothing to do with deserving. God gives us eternal life, not because we are worthy, but because Christ, our Saviour, has asked it for us--has earned it for us. It is _His_ wages--the price of _His_ work. All we have got to do is to take it and trust Him for the rest." There was nothing wonderful in the words Minnie used, they were at times a little disconnected, but they came straight from her heart with such evident conviction of their truth that they struck her hearers with a force that astonished them. "Trust Him for the rest," repeated the dying woman. "Trust Him for the rest. Yes I will. You trust Him, I see that, and why should not I? I don't understand it quite yet, but He has said it, and I _will_ believe it." After that she lay still for a long time, neither moving nor speaking, and scarcely seeming to breathe. "Mabel," whispered Minnie, "I think we may leave her now. She seems at peace. I'll run in to Molly Gray's, and ask her to stay here with her during the night. Molly lives all alone since her father died, so it won't disturb any one."