ome above; child as she was, she knew the way to that home, and she
soon found out that I knew nothing about it. "You can't go to heaven if
you don't love Jesus, organ boy," she said, and the tears ran down from
her dear little eyes as she said it.
'I could not forget those words, and I was determined to find out the
way to the home of which she spoke.
'My old master was dying; he had only another month to live, and for his
sake I must learn quickly the way to be saved. I attended a mission
service, and I learnt first that no sin can enter the gates of the
Heavenly City. But I learnt more. I learnt that the blood of Jesus
Christ, God's Son, cleanseth from all sin.
'Your mother taught me a prayer one day when I went to see her. I have
said that prayer, morning and evening, ever since. She gave me a bunch
of snowdrops, tied up with dark green leaves, and she told me to say as
I looked at them, "Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."
He stopped for a minute or two after this, and gazed into the fire; the
memory of those old days had stirred him deeply.
'Please go on,' I said, for I longed to hear more.
'She came to our attic after that with her mother; they came to see my
old master, and she was pleased to see the snowdrops. She told me that
day, that if I would only say her prayer I should be sure to go to Home,
Sweet Home.
'Very soon after this my old master died, and on the very day that I was
following him to the grave I saw my poor little friend, your mother,
Jack, in a funeral coach, following her mother to the same place. Then
after that she went abroad, but she did not forget the poor organ boy.
She told her father about me, and he sent money for my education, and
had me trained to be a city missionary in the east of London, to work
amongst the very people amongst whom I had lived. All I am now I owe to
your grandfather.
'I did not meet your mother after this for many years, not until she was
married to the clergyman in whose parish I worked.
'Strange to say, we met one day in my old attic, the very attic where my
poor old master had died. She had gone there to visit a sick woman, and
as I went in she was reading to her from the very Testament out of which
her mother had read to my old master, when she had come to see him in
that place, fifteen years before.
'Soon after this we were married, Nellie and I, and it was your dear
mother who made our little home bright and pretty for us, and who
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