The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-20

was so strong tnat Sne tremDlel, rs
though Hand had touched her In
the ecstacy which was stealing over
her, it seemed as if she heard, though
not with outward ears, the murmur
Of a ceaseless stream of intercession,
rising from the silent forms of the
villagers about her. The thought was
piercing They We're there, at Gods
Throne, where she wanted to be
where, if she could but win there, all
her difficulties would be solved And
she had never so much as tried to
find out the way!
After awhile she became aware that
her mind was repeating a petition.
Il want to COME want to come
bring me where Thou art!'
And on that, memory supplied
words which she had heard from time
to time from her youth up, and to
which it is safe to say she had never
attached any meaning at all
Like as the hartdesireth the water
brooks, so longeth my soul after Thee,
o God My soul is athirst for God
yea, even for the living God When
shall | come to appear before the pres
ence of God?"
Why had she never thought of the
tremendous significance of those
Words The man who uttered them
must have felt as she was feeling now
And he had drawn close, close to the
Presence that he craved yet
not so cles as she, a baptized Chris
tian, might draw, if she chose. The
least in the Kingdom of Heaven could
be greater than he.
ooh that | knew where | might find
HIM"
She knew. There, upon that altar,
where now the eastern light grew dim.
He was wont to come and stoop and
set the seal of union upon the craving
for Himself which He Himself had
kindled in the heart of man. Every.
thing which hitherto had been a con-
vention, a form to her, became in
vested with a luminous meaning,
much as if she had been gazing at
colored window in the dark, and the
sudden glory of lamps behind it had
showed her in a flash that it was no
hnr hut
fectly fashioned vehicle for light
And all this had come upon her by
just merely stepping out of the gold
en- light of May afternoon into
Mission Chapel
She was like the man whose plough
turned up treasures hid in a field
unintentionally, accidentally, in the
good pleasure of God, her plough had
turned up a shining jewel.
Her heart found words at last, and
spoke to God Much she said which
formerly she had not known she felt
The tcurtain had dropped between
her and outward things. For a few
wonderful minutes she was in the
spirit, &
Her unframed mind was brought
sharply back from its ascent by the
sound of door opening and closing.
Looking up, she saw that aFther oCn-
roy had entered the church, and was
moving up the central passage. He
went aside when he reached the chan
Gel, and, taking a rope which hung
from the roof, began to pull the bell
The strokes of it fell harmoniously
upon the air of the still place. There
was a rustling, and two more cottag-
ers appeared, then Miss Morrison
walked in, and sat down to the har-
monium.
Mr.. Conroy vanished, reappeared
vested, and began to read Evensong.
1t did not occur to Vernon to do
anything but remain. She heard the
whole Office as if for the first time
in her life. They sang a hymn, the
wives of the hamlet lifted in trem-
bling pleasure. Then the sound died
away into silence, the service was
over.
1t was some few minutes before
she felt enough restored to normal
conditions to arise and go. She had
found, in that place a shelter, sense
of refuge, such as was new in her
experience. She knew well that she
must come there again
Her eyes were full of dreams as at
last she /ushed aside the curtain and
went out into the rose-colored even
ing. Just beyond the gate, beneath
the crucifix, stood Miss Morrison.
She came forward with welcom-
ing smile which was somehow gravity,
in spite of its sweetness. II had to
wait and thank you for sending the