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Its meaning is expressed in the prayer which follows. It is faith's appeal to His knowledge. It is faith's casting of its burden on the Lord. Our faith is of little power to bless, unless it impels us to take God into confidence in regard to everything which troubles us. If the letter is not grave enough to be spread before Him, it is too small to annoy us.
The patriotic drama being over, great applause ensued, and then the army was invited in to lunch in Aunt Faith's cool dining-room; here ice-cream, cakes, and other camp-dishes were provided in great abundance, the soldiers stacked arms, and seemed to enjoy themselves as easily as private citizens.
She led Faith towards the door; she could not endure more; she must hold herself firm for the journey and the struggle before her. If she broke down now she could not go forward; and Faith's presence roused in her an emotion almost beyond control. At the door she took both of Faith's hands in hers, and kissed her cheek. "It is your place to stay; you will see that it is best.
Faith's rich parish to be one of the party, and at the last moment Temple Bocombe, the sociologist, consented to join. "Awfully busy," he said, "but I've been reading up on the Negro problem since you mentioned the matter to me last week, Mr. Cresswell, and I think I understand it thoroughly. I may be able to help out."
The place was cool, silent, and soothing; it was empty, save of a little figure in black, that was standing with its face to the wall in an innermost nook. This spot was Faith's own temple; here, among these deserted antiques, Faith was always happy.
As sunset faded into twilight, Sibyl took her seat at the organ, the cousins gathered around her, and the evening singing began. They all had their favorites, and sang them in turn, beginning with Gem's, and ending with Aunt Faith's, which was Wesley's beautiful hymn, "Jesus, Saviour of my Soul."
"She went to Avonlea to-day and isn't coming back till the last of the week." Faith's lip quivered. "Then I might as well go home again," she said miserably. "I suppose so unless you think you could bring yourself to talk it over with me instead," said Miss Rosemary gently. "It IS such a help to talk things over. I know. I don't suppose I can be as good at understanding as Mrs.
If He wished things different He could easily change them. I have no faith in His goodness, His love or His mercy." The tears sprang to Faith's eyes, but the words did not surprise her. She laid them to the weakness of her mother's physical condition. "Some day you will see it differently, dear little mother," she said, sweetly. "You are still resentful for the injury which you have suffered.
Faith's life purpose deepened as she did each daily task. She had hold, already, of the "high and holy work of love" that had been prophesied. "I am sure of one thing, mother," said she, gayly; "if I don't learn much that is new, I am bringing old knowledge into play. It's the same thing, taken hold of at different ends.
Faith's the beechwood which stretched for some miles toward the heathery upland beyond already cast its veil of clear shadow over the red roofs of the village, but the spire of the gray church, overtopping all, still pointed a flaming orange finger into the sky.
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