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〃Felt much turmoil of spirit in view of having all my plans for the welfare of this great region and teeming population knocked on the head by savages tomorrow。 But I read that Jesus came and said： 'All power is given unto me in Heaven and in earth。 Go ye therefore and teach all nations； and lo！ I am with you always； even unto the end of the world。' It is the word of a gentleman of the most sacred and strictest honor； and there's an end on't。 I will not cross furtively by night as I intended 。 。 。 Nay； verily； I shall take observations for latitude and longitude tonight； though they may be the last。〃
The courage； the daring； the perseverance； the intense faith of the man shone out in these sentences。 Was it indeed a delusion； such practical faith as that？
Blackness of darkness seemed to hem her in。 She struggled through it once more by the one gleam of certainty which had come to her in the past year。 Truth must be self…revealing。 Sooner or later； if she were honest； if she did not shut her mind deliberately up with the assurance 〃You have thought out these matters fully and fairly； enough！ Let us now rest content〃 and if she were indeed a true 〃Freethinker；〃 she MUST know。 And even as that conviction returned to her the words half quaint； half pathetic； came to her mind： 〃It is the word of a gentleman of the most sacred and strictest honor； and there's an end on't。〃
Yes； there would 〃be an end on't；〃 if she could feel sure that he； too； was not deluded。
She turned over the pages of the book； and toward the end found a copy of the inscription on Livingstone's tomb。 Her eye fell on the words： 〃And other sheep I have which are not of this fold； them also I must bring； and they shall hear My voice。〃
Somehow the mention of the lost sheep brought to her mind the little lost child on the beach at Codrington Dolly； who had 〃putted on〃 her own hat； who had wanted to be independent and to dig by herself。 She had run away from home； and could not find the way back。 What a steep climb they had had up the beach how the little thing's tiny feet had slipped and stumbled over the stones； and just when they were most perplexed； the father had found them。
Exactly how it all came to her Erica never knew； nor could she ever put into words the story of the next few moments。 When 〃God's great sunrise〃 finds us out we have need of something higher than human speech there ARE no words for it。 At the utmost she could only say that it was like coming out of the twilight； that it seemed as if she were immersed in a great wave of all pervading light。
All in a moment the Christ who had been to her merely a noble character of ancient history seemed to become to her the most real and living of all living realities。 Even her own existence seemed to fade into a vague and misty shadow in comparison with the intensity of this new consciousness this conviction of His being which surrounded her which she knew； indeed； to be 〃way； and truth； and life。〃 They shall hear My voice。〃 In the silence of waiting； in the faithfulness of honest searching； Erica for the first time in her life heard it。 Yes； she had been right truth was self…revealing。 A few minutes ago those words had been to her an unfulfilled； a vain promise the speaker； broad…hearted and loving as he was； had doubtless been deluded。 But now the voice spoke to her； called her by name； told her what she wanted。
〃Dolly；〃 became to her a parable of life。 She had been like that little child； for years and years she had been toiling up over rough stones and slippery pebbles； but at last she had heard the voice。 Was this the coming to the Father？
That which often appears sudden and unaccountable is； if we did but know it； a slow； beautiful evolution。 It was now very nearly seven years since the autumn afternoon when the man 〃too nice to be a clergyman；〃 and 〃not a bit like a Christian；〃 had come to Erica's home； had shown her that at least one of them practiced the universal brotherliness which almost all preached。 It was nearly seven years since words of absolute conviction； words of love and power； had first sounded forth from Christian lips in her father's lecture hall； and had awakened in her mind that miserably uncomfortable question 〃supposing Christianity should be true？〃
All the most beautiful influences are quiet； only the destructive agencies； the stormy wind； the heavy rain and hail； are noisy。 Love of the deepest sort is wordless； the sunshine steals down silently； the dew falls noiselessly； and the communion of spirit with spirit is calmer and quieter than anything else in the world quiet as the spontaneous turning of the sunflower to the sun when the heavy clouds have passed away； and the light and warmth reveal themselves。 The subdued rustle of leaves； the hushed footsteps sounded as usual in the great library； but Erica was beyond the perception of either place or time。
Presently she was recalled by the arrival of another student； who took the chair next to hers a little deformed man； with a face which looked prematurely old； and sad； restless eyes。 A few hours before she would have regarded him with a sort of shuddering compassion； now with the compassion there came to her the thought of compensation which even here and now might make the poor fellow happy。 Was he not immortal？ Might he not here and now learn what she had just learned； gain that unspeakable joy？ And might not the knowledge go on growing and increasing forever？ She took up her pen once more； verified the dates； rolled up her manuscript； and with one look at Livingstones's journal； returned it to the clerk and left the library。
It was like coming into a new world； even dingy Bloomsbury seemed beautiful。 Her face was so bright； so like the face of a happy child； that more than one passer…by was startled by it； lifted for a moment from sordid cares into a purer atmosphere。 She felt a longing to speak to some one who would understand her new happiness。 She had reached Guilford Square； and looked doubtfully across to the Osmonds' house。 They would understand。 But no she must tell her father first。 And then； with a fearful pang； she realized what her new conviction meant。 It meant bringing the sword into her father's house； it meant grieving him with a life…long grief； it meant leaving the persecuted minority and going over to the triumphant majority； it meant unmitigated pain to all those she loved best。
Erica had had her full share of pain； but never had she known anything so agonizing as that moment's sharp revulsion。 Mechanically she walked on until she reached home； nobody was in。 She looked into the little sitting room but； only Friskarina sat purring on the rug。 The table was strewn with the Saturday papers； the midday post had just come。 She turned over the letters and found one for herself in her father's handwriting。 It was the one thing needed to complete the realization of her pain。 She snatched it up with a stifled sob； ran upstairs to her room； and threw herself down on the bed in silent agony。
A new joy had come to her which her father could not share； a joy which he would call a delusion； which he spent a great part of his life in comba