"I couldn't never be good enough," she sobbed, piteously. "I haven't
been good since I was a child, and now I'm going to die--I know it, I
feel it, I see it in the doctor's face, and--and everybody's.
I've got to die, and just when I'm happy for the first time.
He says He loves everybody, but nobody ever loved me, I never gave
'em reason to, and--and I'm afraid to die, Huldah! I've been so bad,
and it'll be so lonely! I wouldn't mind so much if there was
somebody over--over the other side that loved me."
There had been a footstep on the stair, but neither of them had heard
it, and when Miss Rose entered the room neither of them saw her, for
their eyes were blinded with tears.
"Oh, Aunt Emma!" cried Huldah, springing to her bedside, "I love you!
I do, I do, and--and oh, I wish someone would tell you all about it,
so that you'd understand, and feel happy!"
A soft, light step crossed the room, and a gentle hand was laid on
Huldah's bowed head. "Dear, shall I try? Shall we try together?"
Huldah sprang to her feet with a glad cry. "Oh, Miss Rose, I was
longing for you to come. You can tell Aunt Emma."
Miss Rose sat down beside the bed, and laid her hand gently on Emma's
hand. "I wish I was more clever," she said, wistfully. "I wish I
could make you feel how dearly Jesus has always loved you, how He has
wept for you and longed for you, how He has forgiven you all the
neglect and insults you have heaped on Him, and has held out His
arms, beseeching you to come to Him! At this very moment He is
standing at the door, patiently waiting for you to let Him in.
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