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T H E K I N G ’ S B U S I N E S S
February, 1935
Courtesy, California Hospital.
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PART III. G l o r y ! M a r io n ’ s doorbell rang, and the genial postman smilingly handed her a special delivery letter. With out waiting to go back to her room, she sat down in the hall and read: “ 622 Nassau St. San Francisco “ Dear Marion: “ Thank you for telling me so fully and freely about that which has been nearest your heart through the years in which I have known you. During the whole time, my only prayer in regard to it was that there might be light enough for you to see the plain path which God had marked for you— that when the crisis came, your decision would be His decision. This petition has been granted, and I am inexpressibly thankful to our common Guide. I feel sure there is nothing for which you need reproach your self, little girl. W e can always look back and see some thing o f incompleteness in our actions. ‘What heart alike conceived and dared?’ but you kept the upward trail, and that’s all that matters. “ For the first time now, I am free to tell you the thing you must have known all along— that I love you, with all the God-given capacity for love that I possess. God alone knows what your friendship and confidence have meant to me, and I shall be eternally grateful for this, even if I may not hope for more. I know that you love me. T o
Bitterly disillusioned because o f the unworthy conduct o f the brilliant young law graduate to whom she had been engaged, Marion Berkeley sought an interview with Dr. Fenwick, the Foundation lecturer at the college. Due in large measure to the friendship and wise spiritual guidance o f Dr. Fenwick, the suc ceeding years o f her life were filled with fruitful work and rich with a deepening fellowship with Christ. Then came the word that Don, her former fiance, was coming back to her, and Marion, eager fo r the fulfillment o f the dream o f all these years, longed that they m ig h t have fellowship in Christ. When Don arrived, Marion fo u n d in him all the qualities which had attracted her in their early friendship. But when he took it fo r granted that Sophia— the adopted child whom she dearly loved—must be placed in some Home, and when he then outlined their future—a round o f worldly amusements, with time for Marion to help with “bazaars and other church work” if she chose—she realised that they did not talk the same language. A fter a fruitless effort to make plain the sacred realm which meant so much to her, Marion said “ N o" to Don and the shallow life he offered. Disappointed, yet grateful to God for the light given in this crisis, she wrote to Dr. Fenwick, confident that he would receive the news with true understanding.
[The author o f "Starward" earnestly desires to have the story published in gift book form, with the u n d e r s ta n d in g that all royalties received therefrom shall be given to the Braille Cir culating Library for the Blind. I f any readers are interested in the project, they are requested to write the author at the Braille Circulating Library, Y. M. C. A. Bldg., Richmond, Va .— E ditor .]
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