10  DOROTHY PAGE.



dreamed of before. Wild questionings set her heart
aflame and there was no rest for her that night. Her
soul's destiny was a subject to which she had never
given serious reflection.
  She felt flat the man whose sermon had thrcwn
her into this dark confusion was the only one who
might give her light. She sought him, out. A father
in Israel he was-Rev. Dr. Moreland, one of the most
eminent ministers in that city. He saw that as a lit-
tle child she was eagerly groping in the dark, and
with the Bible as a lamp he led her step by step into the
light. She saw herself in God's sight a sinner, guilty
and condemned, and how helpless and hopeless to her
seemed her condition.
  The story of the Gospel sounded to her like music
from Heaven. The love of Christ for sinners melted
her heart and she yielded herself in child-like trust to
him. In her own room at night the surrender was
made and it was complete.
  "Son, I could easily tell that Dorothy is coming
tomorrow," said Mrs. Sterling.
  "How do you know, mother"
  "By your face. You would have passed for an un-
dertaker during the past three weeks, and I have
tried by every art, but in vain, to chase away your
funereal countenance."
  Sterling broke into a hearty laugh.
  "Mother, your imagination is out on a frolic. You
will have to put a bridle on it."
  Mrs. Sterling was righbt. Gilbert had learned that
Dorothy would arrive on the morrow.



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