the world to come life everlasting.' Dear, child, I know your dutiful
nature, and how you long to obey your parents; but the Bible says to
obey them in the Lord. When you have to choose whom you will serve, God
or your parents, you must choose the Lord."

"I will obey God," said Bessie quietly; and she began at once to prepare
to leave home.

When all was ready and the morning of departure had come, Mr.
Worthington went out to prepare to take his daughter to the train. He
had been very silent all the morning, but Bessie's heart was so full
that she had taken little notice of his behavior. Oh, how she longed for
his consent for her to return! Her mother gave her every encouraging
word possible. At last they looked out and saw that the horse was ready.
As Bessie picked up her last bundle, the door opened, and her father,
stepping in quickly, caught her in his arms. "O my child," he sobbed,
"will you forgive me and come back as soon as the Lord will let you? I
didn't mean what I said; but it is so hard to give you up. If you need
anything, write to me at once and let me know about it, won't you?" and
he tenderly kissed her. Bessie's heart was filled with joy, and she
said that he could expect her home just as soon as the Lord would let
her come.

"Read 1 Cor. 10:13 and Jas. 1:12 just as soon as you have time, dear,"
whispered Mrs. Worthington in her daughter's ear as she kissed her again
before she jumped into the buggy beside her father. Then they drove away
from the home and the mother that were so dear to Bessie's heart.

Very few words were spoken on the way to town, and after a long ride
Bessie found herself on the train. It all seemed like a terrible dream;
but there was a sweet peace and quietness in her soul, and her father's
loving words rang again and again in her ears.

CHAPTER XXIV.

REVERIE.

In the days that followed Bessie's arrival at the _Trumpet_ office, she
found many ways in which she could help spread the gospel. She found,
too, that she could preach in a way that was not at all distasteful to
her; for she could set up many lines of type to be used in printing the
gospel message in the _Trumpet_, which was carrying light and truth into
many homes and preaching to hungry souls. But oh, how often she thought
of the dear ones at home and of how they were missing her!

One evening, when she sought her room and sat down beside the window, as
she had so often done at home, she began to revie