“Stay by her and I’ll run to the house for some warm milk,” Miriam said, speeding away as she spoke.
She was back again almost immediately, and Sandy raising the poor woman’s head, she poured a little of the milk into her mouth. After several trials they succeeded in getting her to swallow a few drops, but she did not open her eyes.
By that time Dr. Jasper had arrived, and Captain Charlton with him. They looked at the wanderer, then exchanged grave, significant glances.
“Do you know her?” asked Miriam, and both answered, “It is Belinda Himes.”
“Is it possible!” exclaimed Miriam, in low, moved tones. “Doctor, can, you do nothing for her?”
“Nothing!” he sighed; “she is dying—will live but a few minutes, I think.”
“Dying,” cried Miriam, deeply moved; “and, oh, I fear she is not ready for heaven!”
Dropping on her knees by the side of the poor creature, and putting her lips to her ear, “Look to Jesus,” she said, in pitying accents; “He is your only hope in this hour, but ‘He is able to save to the uttermost;’ look and live! Oh, cry to Him at once, ‘Lord, save or I perish!’”
“I think she does not hear you,” the doctor said, with emotion.
“Hark! she seems to be trying to speak,” said Mrs. Heath, who had joined the little group a moment before.