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Updated: May 28, 2025
And still Ester stood near the door, and watched with alternations of anxiety and awe the changeful expressions on the scarcely less white face of the living, until at last, without sound or word, she dropped upon her knees, a cloud of white drapery floating around her, and clasped her hands over the lifeless breast.
Foster, turning to Ester, as the door closed after him, "is the son of our old lady, don't you think! You remember I engaged to see her conveyed to his home in safety, and my anxiety for her future welfare was such that my pleasure was very great in discovering that the son was a faithful member of our mission Sabbath-school, and a thoroughly good man." "And who is Sallie?"
There is no other way. I pray all the time. I keep right by my Savior. There is just a little, oh, a very little, vale of flesh between him and between my my husband and myself. Jesus loves me, Ester. I know it now just as well as I did yesterday. I do not and can not doubt him." A mixture of awe and pain and astonishment kept Ester moveless and silent, and Abbie spoke no more for some moments.
She is the patientest, dearest, lovingest, kindest mother that ever a mortal had, and just because she is so patient shall I rejoice over the day when she can give a little sigh of relief and leave the kitchen, calm in the assurance that it will be right-side up when she returns. Ester, how did you make things go right?
"I thought you had made your ceremonial Camp Fire dress some time ago!" Ester did not reply at once as she bent more closely over her work, but on being asked the question the second time returned with an attempt at speaking carelessly: "Oh, it's Betty's costume, I hope you won't mind, but she says really she never has had time to do any sewing since our club was formed.
"We've been talking about what you said you wanted us to do, Alfred and I have. We've talked about it a good deal lately. We most wish so, too." Ere Ester could reply other than by an eager grasp of the small hand, Dr. Douglass came out. His horses and carriage were in waiting.
Sam was summoned, and Rebecca asked: "Sam, could you find my brother?" "I doan know, misse; but I believe old black Sam could." "Would you take a small bit of writing to him?" "If misse want um to go, ole black Sam, him try. De bay boss, him go fast, an' black Sam, him go on um back." Rebecca hastily wrote on a slip of paper: DEAR BROTHER; Ester is at our house and would like to see you.
"Perhaps not I might miserably fail; and yet, Ester, He has said, 'My grace is sufficient for thee."
If ever a girl longed for an opportunity to show her colors, to honor her leader, it was our Ester. Oh yes, she meant to do the duty that lay next her, but she perfectly ached to have that next duty something grand, something that would show all about her what a new life she had taken on. Dr.
Then on Ester's face the anxiety gave place to awe, and with softly moving fingers she opened the door, and with noiseless tread went out into the hall and left the living and the dead alone together. There was one more scene for Ester to endure that day. Late in the afternoon, as she went to the closed room, there was bending over the manly form a gray-haired old woman.
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