Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Do you love Christ, Ellen?"
She nodded, weeping afresh.
"Do you love Him less since He has brought you into this great sorrow?"
"No," sobbed Ellen; "_more_."
He drew her closer to his breast, and was silent a little while.
"I am very glad to hear you say that! then all will be well. And haven't
you the best reason to think that all _is_ well with your dear mother?"
Ellen almost shrieked. Her mother's name had not been spoken before her
in a great while, and she could hardly bear to hear it now. Her whole
frame quivered with hysterical sobs.
"Hush, Ellie!" said John, in a tone that, low as it was, somehow found
its way through all her agitation, and calmed her like a spell; "have
you not good reason to believe that all is well with her?"
"Oh yes! oh yes!"
"She loved and trusted Him too; and now she is with Him; she has reached
that bright home where there is no more sin, nor sorrow, nor death."
"Nor parting either," sobbed Ellen, whose agitation was excessive.
"Nor parting! and though _we_ are parted from them, it is but for a
little; let us watch and keep our garments clean, and soon we shall be
all together, and have done with tears for ever. _She_ has done with
them now. Did you hear from her again?"
"Oh no; not a word!"
"That is a hard trial. But in it all, believe, dear Ellie, the love that
God hath toward us; remember that our dear Saviour is near us, and feels
for us, and is the same at all times. And don't cry so, Ellie."
He kissed her once or twice, and begged her to calm herself. For it
seemed as if Ellen's very heart was flowing away in her tears; yet they
were gentler and softer far than at the beginning. The conversation had
been a great relief. The silence between her and Alice on the thing
always in her mind, a silence neither of them dared to break, had grown
painful. The spell was taken off; and though at first Ellen's tears knew
no measure, she was easier even then; as John soothed her and went on
with his kind talk, gradually leading it away from their first subject
to other things, she grew not only calm, but more peaceful at heart than
months had seen her. She was quite herself again before Alice came home.
"You have done her good already," exclaimed Alice as soon as Ellen was
out of the room; "I knew you would; I saw it in her face as soon as I
came in."
"It is time," said her brother. "She is a dear little thing!"
The next day, in the middle of the morning, Ellen, to her great
surprise, saw Sharp brought before the door with the side-saddle on, and
Mr. John carefully looking to the girth, and shortening the stirrup.
"Why, Alice," she exclaimed, "what is Mr. John going to do?"
"I don't know, Ellie, I am sure; he does queer things sometimes. What
makes you ask?"
Before she could answer, he opened the door.
"Come, Ellen, go and get ready. Bundle up well, for it is rather frosty.
Alice, has she a pair of gloves that are warm enough? Lend her yours,
and I'll see if I can find some at Thirlwall."
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