In consoling me she
forgot her own sorrow. As I looked at that strong calm face lighted up as
from an inner brilliance, it seemed to take on a striking likeness to the
dear one whose life was ebbing away in the next room. There came to my mind
a verse from a Bible story that Paula had told us once. It was this:
"The spirit of Elijah hath fallen on Elisha."
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A stream of neighbors came in from everywhere. It was in those last moments
as these humble friends passed before that unconscious form that we came to
comprehend how many lives had been touched by the simple country girl from
the Waldensian mountains. Some remembered her just from the smile with
which she always greeted young and old as she passed up and down the long
street at our end of the town. Others spoke of the loving adoration of the
children whom she had protected and defended. Still others mentioned the
kindness she had shown them, and poured out many stories of Paula's
universal love for all--of her visits to the poor and sick, and of how she
had pointed them to the Saviour who had died to take away their sin;
bringing joy and hope and liberty into many a home where only discord and
misery had reigned before.
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