"No; she is entirely alone in this world, and it was not thought wise to tell her of his coming till his soul was in a better condition to receive her. He was an only child, and does not lack the elements of refinement, but he was completely under the control of this vile though fascinating woman. It is said she drugged his wine and incited him to do the dreadful deed while under its influence, because of her hatred for his mother, whose influence was against her. When he came from under the influence of the wine, he was horrified at what he had done, and his infatuation for the woman turned to loathing--but, alas, too late! He would not see her during his entire incarceration." "How long was he in prison?" "Almost a year." "Has he seen the Christ?" "No; he begs not to see him. He is very repentant, and grateful to be saved from the wrath he feels was his just punishment, but though he is conscious that his sin is forgiven, he does not yet feel that he can ever stand in the presence of the Holy One. And here, as upon earth, each must be willing to receive him. His presence is never given undesired. I have not yet appealed for higher help; my ambition is to lead these weak souls upward through the strength entrusted to me. Can you suggest anything that would probably reach him?" "His mother. May I bring her?" He thought a moment reflectively, then said: "A woman's intuition. Yes, bring her." ====================================================================== [Illustration: "O sweet and blessed country,] "O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! There stand those halls of Zion All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng."] ====================================================================== I soon was on my way. I found the poor woman, laid the facts gently before her, and waited her decision. There was no hesitancy upon her part; in an instant she said, "My poor boy! Certainly I will go with you at once." We found my father waiting for us, and went immediately to the great "Home" where these "students"--would we call them?--stayed. It was a beautiful great building in the midst of a park, with shaded walks and fountains and flowers everywhere. To one just freed from earth it seemed a paradise indeed; but to those of us who had tasted heaven's rarer joys, something was wanting. We missed the lovely individual homes, the little children playing on the lawns, the music of the angel choir; it was tame indeed beside the pleasures we had tasted.