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Every pleasant day Ezra, leading Michmash, took Naomi, wrapped in her little scarlet cloak, out riding, and as they moved along in the crisp, bracing air they talked long, long talks of what they were passing, of Ezra's day at school, or of the thoughts and fancies that filled Naomi's active little mind.
He had no idea what he should play. Then his eyes were caught and held by Naomi's burning, mesmeric, blue gaze as she lay on her crumpled pillow. A strange, inspired look came over the boy's face. He began to play as if it were not he who played, but some mightier power, of which he was but the passive instrument. Sweet and soft and wonderful was the music that stole through the room. Mr.
We prayed for the life of the maiden, and lo! He has given us this gateway to her spirit as well." Then Israel saw that as their voices entered the dark vault of Naomi's ears they startled and distressed her. So, to pacify her, he motioned them out of the chamber. They went away without a word. The reason of Naomi's fears began to dawn upon them.
I applied, as usual, for the order of admission to the prison, and the order was for the first time refused; no reason being assigned by the persons in authority for taking this course. Inquire as I might, the only answer given was, "not to-day." At Naomi's suggestion, we went to the prison to seek the explanation which was refused to us at the office.
"Thy little maid has felt the hand of the Lord?" queried the letter-writer, looking compassionately at Naomi who stood picking with nervous fingers at her father's sleeve. Samuel nodded sadly. In a few words he told the story of Naomi's trouble. "She is indeed grievously afflicted," observed the letter-writer, shaking his gray head and uttering a sigh.
And after the feast, by the advice of Naomi, Ruth went to him, and said to him: "You are a near relation of my husband and of his father, Elimelech. Now will you not do good to us for his sake?" And when Boaz saw Ruth, he loved her; and soon after this he took her as his wife. And Naomi and Ruth went to live in his home; so that Naomi's life was no more bitter, but pleasant.
Girls were taught to wait upon their brothers and to treat them with respect. It was impressed upon them that the duty of a girl was to be useful and modest and quiet, and that her chief pleasure should lie in making home happy and comfortable for her father and brothers. But in the household of Samuel the weaver, Naomi's lot had not been quite that of the ordinary Jewish girl.
His wild brown eyes wilder than ever in the moonlight rested entreatingly, with a strange underlying expression of despair, on Naomi's face. His hands, clasped lightly in front of him, trembled incessantly. Little as I liked the man, he did really impress me as a pitiable object at that moment. "Do you mean that you want to speak to me to-night?" Naomi asked, in undisguised surprise.
Truly the way of the transgressor is hard." "It may be that his wife is the sinner," was whispered about. "Or perhaps both." And little by little the village people turned aside when they saw Samuel coming, and fewer and fewer were the friendly words said to Naomi's mother when she went patiently down to the fountain for her supply of water.
He loved to probe the dark places of the mind they came from, thinking God Himself must surely have illumined it at some time with a light that no man knew, so startling were some of Naomi's replies, so tender and so beautiful.
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