'They that wait on the Lord shall renew
their strength.'" And her hand involuntarily fell on the open Bible.
"Yes, I know it," he said, following her hand with his eyes--while
"Mother," he said, "I want you to give me your Bible and take mine. I
think yours would do me more good."
There was a little bright flush and a pleased smile on his mother's face--
"Certainly, my boy, I will."
"I see you have marked your favorite places," he added. "It will seem
like hearing you speak to read them."
"With all my heart," she added, taking up the Bible and kissing his
forehead as she put it into his hands.
There was a struggle in his heart how to say farewell without saying it--
without letting her know that he was going to leave her. He clasped her
in his arms and kissed her again and again.
"Mother," he said, "if I ever get into heaven it will be through you."
"Don't say that, my son--it must be through a better Friend than I am--
who loves you more than I do. I have not died for you--He did."
"Oh, that I knew where I might find him, then. You I can see--Him I
cannot."
His mother looked at him with a face full of radiance, pity, and hope.
"I feel sure you _will_" she said.
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