When her pathetic story was completed, Jennie said:
"Mr. Van Berg has told me some things in your favor that you have
omitted. I cannot flatter myself now that my love is stronger than
yours, but you are stronger, you are braver. What is the secret of
your strength? Your religion seems to do you more good than mine
does me."
"Well, Jennie," said Ida musingly, there seems to me this difference.
"You have a God, I have a Saviour; you have a faith, I have a tender
and helpful Friend. Jesus Christ has said to those who love and
trust him: 'Let not your hearts be troubled.' He said these words
to men who were to suffer all things, and did so, Mr. Eltinge told
me. It's just the same as if he said, You don't know, I do; leave
everything to me, and it shall all be for the best in the end. See
how all my trouble this summer has just prepared for this happiness,
and I believe, Jennie, that your eternity of happiness will be
made all the richer for every sad day of your unselfish life. The
souls of such men as Harrold Fleetwood are God's richest treasures,
and he whose name is Love surely kindled such love as yours and
his. The God that the Bible reveals to me will not permit it to be
lost," and with Jennie's head on her bosom she sang low and sweetly:
No hope, 'tis said, though buried deep,
But angels o'er it vigils keep;
No love in sepulchre shall stay,
For Christ our Friend has rolled away
The heavy stone of death.
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