You come on an errand that is most pleasing to my Master,
and I welcome you in his name as well as my own."
"Perhaps if you knew all you would not welcome me," she said in a
low tone, turning away.
"Only for one cause could I withdraw my welcome," he said, still
more gravely.
"What is that?" she asked in a lower tone, not daring to look at
him.
"If you are not sincere," he replied, looking at her keenly.
Giving him her hand again, and looking up into his face, she said,
earnestly:
"Mr. Eltinge, I am sincere. I could not be otherwise with you
after your words last night. I come to you in great trouble, with
a burdened heart and conscience, and I shall tell you everything,
and then you must advise me, for I have no other friend to whom I
can go."
"Oh, yes, you have, my child," said the old man, cheerily. "The
One they called the 'Friend of sinners' is here to-day to welcome
you, and is more ready to receive and advise you than I am. I'm
not going to do anything for you but lead you to him who said,
'Come unto me, all ye that are heavy laden;' and, 'Whosoever cometh
I will in nowise cast out.'"
"How much you make those words mean, as you speak them," faltered
Ida.
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