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Updated: May 22, 2025
No accountin' for tastes, as the fellow said! Can you understand it yourself, sir?" "I think I can," was my reply; "let us hurry on," and in a few minutes we were at Issie's house. Little Issie had long since snuggled down in her own separate place in my heart; she was indeed a favourite with all who knew her but I saw as I stepped into the room that God loved her best of all.
It swung wide open, for he was welcome home; and I caught a glimpse of the splendour just beyond. I heard, too, rapturous snatches of the song they sing in that better land. It may have been fancy, yet I am sure I heard the old precentor's voice, and Issie's holy strain was clearer still; but it was the new song, and these two blended wondrous well. Death is kinder than we think.
I'm no' far frae it mysel'. An' I want ye to wait my turn; I want ye to bide wi' us till ye see me through the gate. A stranger wadna be the same. I maun be gaun." It is long now since Issie's grandfather followed her through the gate. He too found it beautiful; for I walked with him till even I could see its glory.
One of my parishioners, an Aberdonian born, was on the lookout. He shook hands, but said nothing of welcome home. Yet his hand was warm, and its grip had a voice that told me more than even sweet Southern lips could say. For its voice was bass which is God's. "Issie's wantin' ye," he said calmly. "She's far gone an' she's been askin' for ye."
The dawn as yet had hardly come, and seating myself upon the box, I told the cabman to drive quickly to Issie's home. As we passed through the still unstirring town, he said: "He'll be sittin' up with him," pointing to a dimly-lighted window. "Who'll be sitting up?" I said. "Oh, I forgot. You won't have heard. That is Mr. Strachan's room. At least I think that is the name.
After they had gone, I sat long by myself, pondering all that had been said, looking for light indeed, but striving to quench all other beams than those whose radiance was from above. While thus employed, a feeble footfall was heard upon the steps, and a gentle knocking called me to the door. It was no other than little Issie's grandfather who stood before me.
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