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her home* He asked himself again and again if, in spite of her assurances to the contrary, Louise were not in com munication with him, and it was he who was instrumental in causing the change in his daughter. “If she goes to him, I’ll never forgive either of them as long as I live.” The day seemed too long, and then when evening came and it was timé to return home, he was afraid to go. He trembled as he thought of her possible decision. The dinner was a strangely silent one; the father and mother were nervous, and Louise was pale, but quiet and composed. Neither parent failed to note the street costume she wore, and both feared the worst. When they could make no further excuse for lingering at the table, Mr. Birdsey forced himself, in a strange, hardly recognizable voice, to speak directly to Louise. '“ Well, daughter, you are going to tell me your choice. You know you’ll not disappoint your old dad, who has loved and cared for you so long and so well.” Louise said, calmly, though her lips were white, “Let us go into the library, and I will tell you there my decision.” Each one of the three was suffering, but Louise was calm est of the trio. . As they entered the library, she went over to the piano, and on it her parents saw her hat and gloves and ¿ small hand grip. The pain in their faces was pitiful, but over Mr. Birdsey surged a wave of anger. It came to him that Louise was a good actress, and was acting her part with a view to breaking down his terms. “I hold to it just as I said,” he muttered. Louise seated herself at the piano and played a strain of music, which sounded familiar, yet both parents were so wrought up they could not have told what it was. Then in a, clear, soprano voice, Louise took up the words and sweetly and with deep feeling sang that wondrous old hymn: “Jesus, I my cross have taken, Louise heard her mother sobbing, heard her father mutter something, but sweetly and clearly her voice rang out: “Perish every fond ambition, All I’ve sought, and hoped, and known; Yet how' rich is my condition,” Triumphantly the words rang out, “God and heaven are still my own. “Man may trouble and distress me,” Mrs. Birdsey was sobbing quietly now, and no other sound reached the ears of the singer; she seemed transported to another sphere, forgetting where she was. All to leave and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be.”
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“ ’Twill but drive me to Thy breast, Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest! “0 ’tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me; O ’twere not in joy to charm me. Were that joy unmixed with Thee.”
For one moment she lifted her eyes above, and then she turned to her parents. “Mother, Dad,” she began, and then stopped. Her father was on his knees, tears streaming down his face; her mother was on her knees sobbing. “Louise,” said her father, “can, oh! can you forgive me?” Then he began to pray as only those can pray who have caught a glimpse of their sinfulness, and of God’s righteous-
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