The angel of his presence; and Gabriel the AcadianHill, Grace Livingston
Religion
The angel of his presence; and Gabriel the Acadian
Hill, Grace Livingston
Christian fiction
He looked at her wonderingly, and saw the mark of that peace which
passeth understanding upon her forehead, and again there appeared to him
in startling contrast his vision of the “ladye of high degree,” and he
pondered it afterward in his heart.
“‘And this is life eternal, that they might know thee, the only true
God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.’ He said that in the upper
room,” she mused, and after a moment, “was it then too, that he said,
‘For I have given you an example that ye should do as I have done to
you’? I can’t quite remember,” and her eyes roved instinctively about
the elegantly furnished room in apparent search for something.
He divined her wish at once, and courteously went in search of a Bible,
but in his haste and confusion could not lay his hand upon one
immediately. He murmured some apology about not having unpacked all his
books yet, but felt ashamed as soon as the words were uttered, for he
knew in his heart the young girl before him would have unpacked her
Bible among the very first articles.
At last he found a little, old-fashioned, fine-print Bible tucked in a
corner of a bookcase. It had been given him when he was a child by some
Sunday-school teacher and forgotten long ago. He brought it now, and
with her assistance found the place.
“How I should enjoy studying this with the picture,” said the girl, as
she waited for him to turn to the chapter.
“And why not?” he asked. “It would be a great pleasure to have you feel
free to come and study this picture as often as you like. And if I might
be permitted to be present and share in the study it would be doubly
delightful.”
It was with the small open Bible on the chairback between them that the
file of awkward boys discovered them as they came down the hall, hoping
to find an empty and unembarrassing room where they might take refuge.
They paused as by common consent, and stood back in the shadow of the
hall _portière_, as if the place were too sacred for them to more than
approach its entrance. Their two earthly admirations were conversing
together, the Bible between them, and the wonderful picture looking down
upon them. They stole silent, worshipful glances into the room and were
glad.
Then came Mrs. Ketchum with rustling, perfumed robes and scattered
dismay into their midst and broke up the brief and pleasant
_tête-à-tête_ to her own satisfaction and the discomfiture of all
concerned.
CHAPTER VI
They were all gone at last, and the house was settling to quiet. John
Stanley went to his room, shut his door, and sat down to think.
It had not been the unpleasant occasion to which he had looked forward.
He had not even been bored. He was astonished to find himself regarding
the evening not only with satisfaction, but also with an unusual degree
of exhilaration. It did seem strange to him, now that he thought about
it, but it was true.
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