The End of a Coil. Warner Susan

lovely!"

      "Yes, and by all accounts the portrait tells truth. They say, so she was to be sure."

      "She looks so innocent, so sweet," said Dolly, fixed before the two pictures.

      "Do you think she wasn't?"

      "One cannot feel quite comfortable about her. The story is ugly, Mrs. Jersey. But how a woman with that face could do anything fearfully wicked, it is hard to imagine. Poor thing!"

      "You are very kind, I am sure, to a person of whom you hold such a bad opinion," said the housekeeper, amused.

      "I am sorry for them both," said Dolly. "Life wasn't much good to either of them, I should think."

      "Queen Elizabeth had power," said Mrs. Jersey; "and Queen Mary had admiration, I understand."

      "Yes, but Elizabeth wanted the admiration, and Mary Stuart wanted the power," said Dolly. "Neither of them got what she wanted."

      "Few people do in this world, my young lady."

      "Do you think so?"

      "Young people generally think they will," said the housekeeper; – "and old people know better."

      "But why should that be?"

      "Does Miss Dolly Copley know already what she wants?" the housekeeper asked.

      "No," said Dolly, laughing out; "not at all. I do not know what I want. I do not think I want anything in particular, Mrs. Jersey."

      "Keep so, my dear; that is best."

      "Why? Because I should be so sure to be disappointed?"

      "You might. But it is safe to let God choose for us, Miss Copley; and as soon as we begin to plan, we begin to work for our plans, generally; and if our plan is not His plan, – that makes trouble, you see, and confusion."

      "Of course," said Dolly thoughtfully. "Yet it seems to me it would be pleasant to have some particular object that one was striving after. The days go by, one after another, one like another, and seem to accomplish nothing. I should like to have some purpose, some end in life, to be striving for and attaining."

      "A servant of Christ need never want that," said the housekeeper.

      "I have not anything in special to do," said Dolly, looking at her.

      "Every servant has something special to do," the other answered.

      "I have to take care of mother. But that is not work; it is not work for Christ, at least, Mrs. Jersey."

      "Dear, it may be. Everything you do, you may do for Him; for He has given it to you to do for Him. That is, unless it is something you are choosing for yourself."

      Dolly pondered.

      "And if there be nothing ready to hand that you call work, there is always preparation for work to be done," Mrs. Jersey went on.

      "What sort?"

      "The knowledge of the Bible, – and the knowledge of Christ, to seek and win. That surely."

      "The knowledge of the Bible? Mrs. Jersey, I know the Bible pretty well."

      "And Christ also?"

      Dolly mused again, with a very grave face.

      "I do not quite know what you mean."

      "Then, there is something to be gained yet."

      "But, – of course I know what the Bible says about Him."

      "That is one sort of knowledge," said the housekeeper; "but it is not the knowledge of Him."

      "What then?"

      "Only knowing about Him, dear."

      "What more can we have?"

      "Just Himself, Miss Copley; and till you have that, dear, you don't rightly know what the Bible means."

      "I don't think I quite understand you."

      "Suppose I told you all I could about my Lady Brierley; would that make you know her as I know her?"

      "No, certainly; it would not make me really know her at all."

      "That is what I was thinking."

      "But for that there must be sight, and intercourse, and the power of understanding."

      "All that," said Mrs. Jersey, smiling; "and the more of that power you speak of, the more and the nearer knowledge there will be."

      "But in the case you are speaking of, the knowledge of Christ, sight is not possible."

      "No, not sight with the bodily eyes. It is not; and if it were, it mightn't do. Did all the people know the Lord that saw Him with the bodily eyes? 'Ye have neither known My Father nor Me,' He said to the Jews. 'Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known Me, Philip?'"

      "You are setting me a regular puzzle, Mrs. Jersey."

      "I hope not, my dear. I do not mean it; and it is the last thing I wish."

      "But without sight, how is such knowledge to be gained?"

      "Do you remember, Miss Copley, it is written, – 'The secret of the Lord is with them that fear Him.' And Jesus promised to him that loves Him and keeps His commandments, 'I will manifest Myself to him.' Doubtless we must seek the fulfilment of the promise too."

      "How?"

      "The same way as with other things. We must ask, and expect, and use the means. And no doubt one must be single-eyed and true-hearted. But dear, there is no knowledge like that, once get it; and no friend to be had, that can equal the Lord Jesus Christ."

      Dolly sat still and pondered, gazing at the two portraits.

      "It is very hard to think that this world is nothing!" she said at last. "To most people it seems everything. Just look at those two faces! How they struggled and fought; and how little good their life was to them, after all."

      "Ay, and folks can struggle and fight for less things than what divided them, and lose all just the same. So the Lord said, 'He that loveth his life, shall lose it;' but He said too, 'He that loseth his life for My sake, shall find it.'"

      "You are talking riddles again, Mrs. Jersey," said Dolly, laughing. "I thought I was beginning to understand you; but I do not understand that."

      "No, dear; and surely it is a hard saying to many. But I'll give you a key. Just you give your life to the Lord Jesus, and He will show you what the losing it means, and the gaining it, too."

      "Thank you. I will," said Dolly.

      They went on again after that, through more rooms of the house; but the afternoon did not serve for the whole. Dolly must return to her mother. Mrs. Jersey sent her home again in the dog-cart. The evening was very bright and fair; the hedgerows sweet with flowers; the light glittered on the foliage of trees and copsewood and shrubbery; the sky was clear and calm. Dolly tasted and rejoiced in it all; and yet in the very midst of her pleasure an echo from Mrs. Jersey's words seemed to run through everything. It did not depress; on the contrary, it excited Dolly. With all the beauty and enjoyment of this very beautiful and very enjoyable world, there was something still better to be sought and found; somewhat still more beautiful, far more enjoyable; and the correlative fact that the search and attainment were, or might be, attended with some difficulty and requiring some effort or resolution, was simply an additional stimulus. Dolly breathed the air with intense taste of it. Yes, she thought, I will seek the knowledge Mrs. Jersey spoke of. That must be better than anything else.

      CHAPTER XIII

      PREACHING AND PRACTICE

      "How long you have stayed, Dolly!" was Mrs. Copley's greeting. "I don't see what is to become of me in this lonely place, if you are always trotting about. I shall die!"

      Dolly took this cold-water bath upon her pleasure with her usual sweetness.

      "Dear mother, I did not know I was so long away. I will not go again, if it is bad for you."

      "Of course it is bad for me. It is very bad for me. It is bad for anybody. I just think and think, till I am ready to fly. – What