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Chapter NumberII
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Full Date1894-01-20
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Newspaper TitleWestern Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 - 1954)
Trove TitleUnder the Southern Cross
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CHAPTER II.

As day by day her father's heart seemed turned towards Rosamond, Lorne with- drew iato herself. There were times when she might have had her sister's com Snionship by asking for it, bnt she pre-

med to wander alone np the Bhallow bed of a mountain creek, with here and there a deep pool, surrounded by heaps Of gravel

and water-washed stone. If she was

hungry there were wild cherries io abund- ance, or if she liked them better she could gather the tomatoes, wild strawberries and gooseberries that grew in a tangled mass where tho maize had grown.

Very little time was devoted to lessons now, bat she studied at ail times. At the age of twelve she had read much, and thought more than most girls of twenty.

By chance her thoughts, ever seriously inclined, were turned for a season to a refuge where many have found " surcease from sorrow," and a little thiog filled her heart, ever aching for supreme love, with a boundless love for the Source of all Love.

Mr. Prescott had always read a chapter from the Bible every Sunday evening, but he had always chosen some passage in which the vengeance of an angry God played a prominent part, and Lorne feared Him as much as her earthly father. But one day there came a simple old man on foot who was making his - way along tho little known route int« New South Wales.

He asked Mr. Prescott to allow him to hold a service in the barn, and with that gentleman's permission he collected all the natives and their gins for miles round, who took a deep interest in the " praying white fellow," and enjoyed it all amaz- ingly.

But Mr. Morgan did not preach at them; he had noticed the dumb pain in Lorne's eyes; he seemed to understand what this, lonely child was suffering, and he spoke in sweet simple language of the One who had entreated the weary to go to Him. How He had lived for ns, how He had loved us !

" Ie-your heart aching with a longing this world cannot satisfy P Turn to Him and He will give you good measure, pres- sed down and running over. He has no Î'oy like that of comforting the heavy aden. Let us turn to Him with love and confidence. Let us ask Him to give ns j rest, feeling assured that we shall receive it!"

That was the burden of his discourse

so old to us, but so new to Lorne, whose j God had been a terrible God. It wael

with difficulty she est still until the simple j address was over. She wanted to go) away from everyone, and, falling upon her

knees, bless God for loving her and think- ' iug about her !

Tears that she was not conscious of were streaming down her face, she could have laughed and wept together in the exquisibeabandonmentofthisnewemotiou! O, the years and years that were wasted, when she might have had God with her, listening to her sorrows and filling her life with this delicious happiness !

When the old man ceased ehe would have stolen away, but the preacher's eye arrested her. He came forward and,

laying his hand on her head^ said :

" Have I helped you, poor child P"

Her answer was : "Oh, why did you not come before! Yon have taught me everything. I need never be miserable again !"

" Then I have helped you P" He was pleased; but the4cok in,his eyes was as, sad as anything the girl had known in her own sad life. ? Pray for me."

She watched him through her tear idimmed eyes as he walked down the winding path and disappeared behind a Moreton Bay fig tree; she never saw him again.

Then she crept away to a spot where she had often Iain on the dew laden grass and wept, she knew not why.

Now she' knew the meaning of these tears 1 God had been with her; and her soul had felt Him and had come out to i Him, whom her darkened minti had not

been able to conceive. New mind and seul were in accord ! As she sped along her heart chanted a psalm of praise. All her sorrow was blotted away, for ever ! She had found'souie one to love her who cared for her more than words could say !

Soon she fell upon her knees with her face toward the West, calling Him ber Father, her Dearest, ber Lord, she blessed Him for remembering her. Then the memory of the old anguish surged through her, and from her soul she cried :

" I am weary, weary, weary of being away from you ! Come, I beseech' you, and take me to yourself ! My heart is breaking because of my loneliness i Oh, open the gates of the West and come for me ; or send someone to show me the way!" !

Then she buried her face in her hands. She knew when she lifted her eyes again she should behold the tumultous glory of angels coming oat of the West, ¡with perheps->Oh, joy Mier Dearest in their midst { j . \

For minutes ehe waited, and then slowly raised her eyos, as if she feared that the dazzling splendour might blind her. The vision she had hoped for was not there ; she saw only the red sun sink- ing behind tho trees that fringed the mountain tops, and banks of gold and crimson clouds glittered and palpitated as his beams rested upon them.

Beau tito 1, exceedingly, but she had seen all this before! "Father, I am waiting !" she whispered.

Tho sun disappeared; the clouds flashed changing gleams for a few minutes, but their brightness soon faded, first to dull yellow and pink, then in a moment to leaden grey.

A. chill wind sprang up and blew upon the wot eyes of the girl so terribly dis appointed. She tried to ask again, falteringly, for a sign from the skies ; but her trust was shattered, and even as she asked she know that her words were vain.