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John Stuart Mill · en
Just a week after the marriage, Edward and his wife returned, and it
had been arranged that they and Daisy and Ray should spend the evening
in the mother's room. Mrs. Lawton had been raised upon pillows to greet
the returning couple, and Edward, sitting down by the bedside, gave
her a most entertaining account of the places he and his bride had
visited. The mother's face clearly manifested her joy at the happiness
of her son and daughter, and she looked from one couple to the other
with intense satisfaction beaming from her expressive eyes. After a
time, lest they should weary the mother, all but Edward departed. He
delayed a moment to assist the nurse in placing the invalid back in her
accustomed position in bed. He had scarcely done this, however, when a
cry escaped him that brought all the others back to the room. They had
no need to ask what had alarmed him. The look on the mother's face told
them the great change, long dreaded, had come. Her eyes were uplifted,
her lips struggled to speak; for the second time, since her sudden
affliction came upon her, she spoke. Softly she whispered the word
"peace," and then she was at rest.
Ray closed his work at Easton, much to the regret of his people, on
September first. That month he and Daisy spent at Afton with Edward
and his wife. Early in October they sailed on the steamship Illyria,
Captain Tom Branford, master, for Liverpool, intending there to take
direct passage for their field of labor. As the steamer moved slowly
down the harbor, Ray and Daisy stood on its deck, looking off toward
the fast receding land. Ray's countenance indicated deep thought, but
not until the land had vanished from sight did Daisy disturb him. Then
she gently asked:
"What is it, Ray?"
He looked down into her upturned face with a bright smile.
"I was thinking of that passage in Isaiah," he answered, "that reads,
'And an highway shall be there and a way, and it shall be called the
way of holiness.' I was reviewing my life since I became God's child,
and that passage came to mind. It seemed to me I had, during these
years that have gone, been slowly traveling up that highway. Sometimes
I have thought the byways offered a safer footing, and I have ventured
into them, only to find that the Lord's appointed way was the only one
that offered peace and safety. I have had my valley of humiliation and
self-surrender. I believe I am now willing to say, 'Thy will be done.'"
"The moment you reached that point, I was snatched from death's door,
and the way was opened for me to walk with you directly on to what we
believed to be our life work," said Daisy, thoughtfully. "What is the
lesson we are to learn?"
"That we must hold all we have, even those we love best, subject to the
will of God," Ray responded, promptly. "He will have nothing put before
himself."
"It cost us a year of delay in our chosen work, nevertheless, to know
that experience," added Daisy, with a sigh.