I don't know that it were not best to take you
with me every week."
"Oh, no!" said Ellen, "don't think of me. I don't mind it,
indeed. I do not always feel so — sometimes— but I get along
very well; and I would rather stay here, indeed I would. I am
always happy as soon as Monday morning comes."
He rose up suddenly, and began to walk up and down the room.
"Mr. John —"
"What Ellie?"
"I do sometimes seek His face very much when I cannot find
it."
She hid her face in the sofa cushion. He was silent a few
minutes, and then stopped his walk.
"There is something wrong, then, with you, Ellie," he said,
gently. "How has it been through the week? If you can let day
after day pass without remembering your best Friend, it may be
that when you feel the want you will not readily find Him. How
is it daily, Ellie? is seeking his face your first concern? do
you give sufficient time faithfully to your Bible and prayer?"
Ellen shook her head; no words were possible. He took up his
walk again. The silence lasted a length of time, and he was
still walking, when Ellen came to his side and laid her hand
on his arm.
"Have you settled that question with your conscience, Ellie?"
She weepingly answered, "Yes.". They walked a few turns up and
down.
"Will you promise me, Ellie, that every day when it shall be
possible, you will give an hour _at least_ to this business,
whatever else may be done or undone?"
Ellen promised; and then with her hand in his they continued
their walk through the room till Mr.
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