"The green hill far away, on the evening of the first Good Friday."
Melina drew a breath so deep that it was almost a sob. That morning she had read in her mother's Bible the account of the Crucifixion, so she knew exactly what the picture was meant to tell. She gazed at it through a mist of tears. Then all at once she became aware that her grandmother was strangely affected. The old woman was trembling, almost as though she was afraid.
"What is it, Gran?" Melina whispered anxiously; "are you ill?"
"No, child, no," was the response; "don't talk! Ah!" The exclamation was full of relief.
The picture on the screen had been withdrawn, and the gas turned up.
Mr. Blackmore now came to the front of the platform again.
"That is the last picture I have to show," he said, "and I want you to take the memory of it home with you to-night—I want you to think of Jesus, crucified on Mount Calvary, and to remember that it was for your salvation that He died there. You can say, each one of you, 'He died for me.' The hymn we have sung to-night says:"
"He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,