After he had delivered his speech on the difficulties of the book of Job, and unburdened his mind somewhat, Newgent drew near to him, and speaking very simply but earnestly, said: “Colonel, you are a great lawyer, but you are only a child in the Bible. Your trouble is that you commenced at the wrong place. When, as a little child, you started to school, your teacher did not start you in the advanced studies. She put you in the A, B, C class. Now, don’t be in too big a hurry to get out of your A, B, C’s in the study of the Bible, for there is where you belong. I have been making a study of God’s Word for many years, and I want you to listen to me a while. I think we can get over the rough places after a while. Do you have any trouble with Jesus Christ? He was God’s dear son, yet he had to suffer more than any man, but his suffering was for others. So we learn from Job’s sufferings that he has helped millions to trust God in the dark.” This was the colonel’s A, B, C lesson in religion. The visits and conversations were continued day after day, until a couple of days before his death, when the truths of the preceding lessons were clinched in the following conversation: “Colonel,” said the preacher, resuming their lessons, “you had one of the best mothers in the world, did you not?” He admitted that he had. “She taught you to say your little prayers?” “Yes,” said the great man, as the tears started from his eyes. “And you never doubted her word?” “No—never.” “That was simple faith in mother. Now, in your mind go back to mother, and though she is dead, look up into her face as when you were a child, and trust her as you did then. That will represent the soul looking up to Jesus and trusting him for salvation. That is all Christ requires of a sinner.” As the preacher finished this little homily on faith, the colonel was weeping like a child. “Jack,” he sobbed, “is that all there is in coming to Christ to be saved?” “That is all there is,” and before the preacher could continue the discussion further, the light broke in upon the humble and contrite heart. “I’ve got it,” he interrupted with much emotion, at the same time grasping the preacher’s hand with all the strength his six-months’ illness had left him. Thus, the man who all the years of his eventful career, by his own wisdom and logic and learning knew not God, was at the last critical moment melted and transformed by the light from Calvary, and a great life was snatched as a brand from the eternal burning. The lawyer, the statesman, the scholar, the orator received the kingdom of heaven on the Savior’s easy terms, “as a little child,” and two days later his soul passed into the presence of Jehovah.