e that day; for another week the loved sufferer
lingered in pain and weakness, borne with Christian fortitude and
resignation.

For the most part his mind was clear and calm, the joy of the Lord his
strength and stay; yet were there moments when doubts and fears assailed
him.

"What is it, dear brother?" Elsie asked one day, seeing a troubled look
upon his face.

"'How many are mine iniquities and sins,'" he answered; "'mine iniquities
are gone over mine head; as a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.'"

"But 'He was wounded for our trangressions, He was bruised for our
iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His
stripes we are healed,'" quoted Elsie.

"Oh, bless the Lord 'who forgiveth all thine iniquities.'"

"Yes," he said, "but I am so vile, so sinful--it seems utterly impossible
that I ever can be pure in His sight who is 'of purer eyes than to behold
evil, and cannot look on iniquity.'"

"'The blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin,'" quoted
Elsie in low tones of deepest sympathy.

"'Thou shalt call his name Jesus; for he shall save his people from their
sins.'

"'This Man, because he continueth ever, hath an unchangeable priesthood.
Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto
God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.'

"'Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity.'

"'Let Israel hope in the Lord; for with the Lord there is mercy, and with
him is plenteous redemption. And he shall redeem Israel from all his
iniquities.'"

"Blessed words!" he ejaculated, the cloud lifting from his brow,
"blessed, blessed words! I will doubt and fear no more; I will trust His
power to save; His imputed righteousness is mine, and covered with that
spotless robe I need not fear to enter the presence of the King of
kings."

Some hours later the messenger came, and whispering, "All is peace,
peace, unclouded peace," the dying saint fell asleep in Jesus.

Gently, tenderly Lester closed the sightless eyes, saying in moved tones,
"Farewell, brother beloved! Thank God the battle's fought, the victory
won!"

And now Evelyn, who had been for hours close at her father's side,
waiting upon him, smoothing his pillow, moistening his lips, gazing with
yearning tenderness into his eyes, drinking in his every word and look
while displaying a power of self-control wonderful to see in a child of
her years, burst in