e stone structure indicated by the policeman, she felt less
sanguine.

"Are you real sure, mister, we could find the way if we'd go in there?"
at length she said.

"Yes, I know it, for the pastor has wanted many times to teach me the
way, and I wouldn't let him."

Rosa had no idea who or what the pastor might be, and forgot to
inquire, because of her unutterable surprise.

It was simply unthinkable that any one could deliberately refuse the
information which she and grandpa so earnestly coveted.

"Mister p'liceman, why didn't you want to know the way?" she gasped,
impulsively grasping his big, brawny hand. "Wouldn't you like to know
now?"

"Yes, little one, I would, and by God's help I will. But come, you must
be gone! It is almost dark. I'll watch for you in the morning, and take
you to the door. Be sure not to disappoint me. Goodbye!"

That evening in the quiet of his room a wonderful thing happened.

Tucked away in the bottom of his trunk was a Bible, given to him years
before by his mother, when he was but a mere lad. This he brought forth,
and till a late hour poured over its precious contents. Then falling
upon his knees, this prodigal of many years found in Jesus the true way
to the beautiful land. He Himself said that no man cometh unto the
Father but by Him. And an unspeakable peace filled his soul.

The last half mile of their walk seemed almost interminable both to Rosa
and grandpa.

As the darkness began to gather, every shadow to her excited
imagination was transformed into a policeman coming to lock them up.

After the trying experiences of the day, it was a relief to be back once
more in the dingy rooms which they had expected never to see again.

Rosa soon had a fire feebly burning in the little stove, then prepared a
scanty supper, offset by another cup of tea for grandpa.

The shabby couch she pulled up by the stove for him, and did all within
her power to make him warm and comfortable.

Sitting by his side and watching him solicitously, she was beginning to
fear that he might not be able for the journey tomorrow, for without a
doubt he was much exhausted. At last the tears began rolling down his
face and fell upon her hand.

"Oh, grandpa, what is it?" she asked, the tears coming to her own eyes.
"You ain't sick, are you?"

"No, no, dearie, but mighty dis'p'inted. I thought we'd be there tonight
sure, and I'm so homesick! Too bad, too bad, ain't it, when the fare's
all paid, and the