Part 7 (1/2)
”Yes, for you,” said Minnie with a quiet confidence in her tone that carried with it a visible influence. ”For every one who believes. Jesus came to call, not the righteous, but sinners to repentance. He is calling you now. Won't you answer?”
”I can't, I can't. How can I who have never spoken his name except to profane it!”
”But G.o.d will forgive all that for His Son's sake. Don't you know that Jesus died that G.o.d might be able to forgive us all our sins?”
”I know nothing but that I am a sinner, and the wages of sin is death,”
she moaned in a voice that was momentarily getting weaker.
”But the gift of G.o.d is eternal life,” added Minnie turning to the place in her Testament which she had brought. ”See, those are the words that follow, you can read them for yourself.”
She took the book and spelt out the words by the light of the candle which Minnie held up for her.
”You see,” continued she, ”the one is what you have earned what you must get if you persist in standing on your own merits--the other is a gift.
We get wages as we deserve them, but a gift has nothing to do with deserving. G.o.d gives us eternal life, not because we are worthy, but because Christ, our Saviour, has asked it for us--has earned it for us.
It is _His_ wages--the price of _His_ work. All we have got to do is to take it and trust Him for the rest.”
There was nothing wonderful in the words Minnie used, they were at times a little disconnected, but they came straight from her heart with such evident conviction of their truth that they struck her hearers with a force that astonished them.
”Trust Him for the rest,” repeated the dying woman. ”Trust Him for the rest. Yes I will. You trust Him, I see that, and why should not I? I don't understand it quite yet, but He has said it, and I _will_ believe it.”
After that she lay still for a long time, neither moving nor speaking, and scarcely seeming to breathe.
”Mabel,” whispered Minnie, ”I think we may leave her now. She seems at peace. I'll run in to Molly Gray's, and ask her to stay here with her during the night. Molly lives all alone since her father died, so it won't disturb any one.”
”No need,” said a voice behind her in a gruff whisper that startled her, ”I'll stay with her myself.”
She turned round and found herself face to face with the woman's husband, who had returned from the pit, and entering without their knowledge, had been a silent spectator of the scene.
”Pat!” cried the dying woman joyfully, as she heard his voice, ”Oh, Pat, I am so glad you've come back in time to see me die in peace. You see I _can_ die in peace, and you need not mind the money you promised to save for ma.s.ses. I won't need any, for I am going straight to my Saviour.
He's waiting for me in Heaven, and He's here beside me now, and He'll be with me all the way. Oh, miss, pray for my husband and my children that they may come to know such joy as this!”
Minnie knelt down beside the bed, and involuntarily they all followed her example--the great, strong Irishman kneeling at the head beside his wife, her thin, white hands clasped in his rough brown ones. For some minutes the silence remained unbroken, and then Minnie's clear, sweet voice rose in earnest, supplicating tones for this family so soon to be bereaved.
Her prayer was short and simple, but it went straight to the hearts of her few listeners, touching and softening them with its heart-felt pathos, so that when they rose there were tears on every cheek, and even that of Charlie was not dry.
Directly after the visitors prepared to depart, Minnie promising to come down as early as possible the next morning. As they pa.s.sed out, after a few more parting words with the newly-born Christian, whom they were not likely to see again alive, Patrick Malone laid his hand on Minnie's arm to stay her, saying, ”Won't you leave that with her?” pointing to the Testament.
”Gladly,” replied Minnie, as she put it into his hand, then hurriedly taking it again she found and turned down the page at the fourteenth chapter of St. John, and directed him to read that to her.
”I will,” he said, ”and I'll give you the book to-morrow when--” but his emotion choked him and he could not proceed.
”Never mind,” said Minnie, ”Keep it for my sake and hers.”
He thanked and blessed her again and again, and declared he would never part with it till the last day of his life, though the priest burned him for it, and then Minnie ran out to find Charlie and Mabel waiting for her in the rain.
They did not speak at all, till they reached the Kimberly's home, when Charlie said he would see Mabel home, and explain the cause of her absence to her friends, and Minnie bade her friend good-night with a very tired but happy face. Charlie came up the steps to open the door to her with his latch-key, and as she went in he stopped suddenly and kissed her on the forehead and then was gone.