Yet as I think of the dwelling to which she
has gone, and also the manner in which she went--in the path of duty--to
the House of Glory, as a good soldier of the Cross, I bless God and kneel
in gratitude to Him for having loaned her to us for those four precious
years when He used her to bring us all to the bleeding side of the Saviour,
and thus make us new creatures in Christ Jesus.
* * * * *
It was on the Wednesday after that Sunday when we had first attended
church. It had been a day of terrible heat. The oppressive atmosphere
seemed to promise an electric storm. Louis who had forgotten a study book
when he went to school on Monday, had returned to get it. Paula had tried
to study, but I could see she was having great difficulty.
Suddenly Teresa appeared and called Paula to take a letter which my father
wished to send to a man who lived in the Rue Fourmi.
"Go quickly, Paula, there's a storm brewing, but I think you can easily get
back before it breaks. The Rue Fourmi is not far away."
Paula had no time to answer before Teresa disappeared again to the other
end of the house.
Paula turned to Louis, who was about to start out for his uncle's house,
where he stayed during the week in order to be near his school.
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