much more shall your heavenly Father give
the Holy Spirit to them that ask him.' Daughter, these are the very
words of Jesus. Do they not show you the way to the still waters and
green pastures? Do you not see that the love of our God acts upon the
heart as gentle showers upon the barren land, causing it to rejoice and
bring forth fruit worthy of being presented to our Lord and Master? 'He
hath loved us with an everlasting love.' He loves us ever, therefore in
our returning this love to him doth the 'peace of God that passeth all
understanding' lay hold upon our hearts."

"But ye are Jews!" she said. "Such promises are not for the Koreish."

"Such promises are for all," was the confident reply. "Jesus said
whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
None so sinful that Jesus cannot wash out the stain; none are excluded
from his mercy. Daughter, believe, receive. Let the love of God enter
thine heart, and repent best by doing thine evil deeds no more. Only
come to Jesus himself. Only have faith in him."

The Koreish woman hid her face in her hands again, and answered nothing.
The old man turned to the Scriptures and read the story of Jesus and the
woman of Samaria, raising his voice in triumphant fervor as he reached
the words: "Whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall
never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a
well of water springing up into everlasting life."

Then he turned to the words spoken by Jesus to his disciples just before
his betrayal, and read: "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto
you. Let not your heart be troubled," and, "Abide in me, and I in you.
As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself except it abide in the vine,
no more can ye except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the
branches; he that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth
much fruit; for without me ye can do nothing."

The woman listened. With the quick appreciation of the Arab for metaphor
and simile, she grasped the meaning of the words, and a new, wonderful
train of thought came into her mind as she sat with bowed head while
simple, pleading, heart-offered prayer was sent up to the Throne of
Grace, and the parting hymn was sung.

Then the little band gathered around her, speaking words of cheer, and
the aged leader dismissed her with a gentle, "Come again, daughter."

As Sherah and her mother walked home, the last remnant of the fearful