th of the man
shone out in these sentences. Was it indeed a delusion, such practical
faith as that?

Blackness of darkness seemed to hem her in. She struggled through it
once more by the one gleam of certainty which had come to her in the
past year. Truth must be self-revealing. Sooner or later, if she were
honest, if she did not shut her mind deliberately up with the assurance
"You have thought out these matters fully and fairly; enough! Let us
now rest content" and if she were indeed a true "Freethinker," she MUST
know. And even as that conviction returned to her the words half quaint,
half pathetic, came to her mind: "It is the word of a gentleman of the
most sacred and strictest honor, and there's an end on't."

Yes, there would "be an end on't," if she could feel sure that he, too,
was not deluded.

She turned over the pages of the book, and toward the end found a copy
of the inscription on Livingstone's tomb. Her eye fell on the words:
"And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; them also I must
bring, and they shall hear My voice."

Somehow the mention of the lost sheep brought to her mind the little
lost child on the beach at Codrington Dolly, who had "putted on" her own
hat, who had wanted to be independent and to dig by herself. She had run
away from home, and could not find the way back. What a steep climb they
had had up the beach how the little thing's tiny feet had slipped and
stumbled over the stones, and just when they were most perplexed, the
father had found them.

Exactly how it all came to her Erica never knew, nor could she ever put
into words the story of the next few moments. When "God's great sunrise"
finds us out we have need of something higher than human speech there
ARE no words for it. At the utmost she could only say that it was like
coming out of the twilight, that it seemed as if she were immersed in a
great wave of all pervading light.

All in a moment the Christ who had been to her merely a noble character
of ancient history seemed to become to her the most real and living of
all living realities. Even her own existence seemed to fade into a
vague and misty shadow in comparison with the intensity of this new
consciousness this conviction of His being which surrounded her which
she knew, indeed, to be "way, and truth, and life. They shall hear
My voice." In the silence of waiting, in the faithfulness of honest
searching, Erica for the first time in her life heard it. Yes,