“You ought to be the wife of a minister,” said Ernest, thoughtfully.
“I would ask no higher destiny in this world,” modestly replied Mildred.
“There is a Baptist preacher in my town,” said Ernest, “who has tried to make me believe that I am called to preach.”
“What made him think so?”
Ernest then briefly related the circumstances in regard to the matter, with which the reader is acquainted. Mildred listened with the most intense interest, and a flash of joy suddenly illuminated her face.
“I am glad you told me that,” she said, “for now I cannot but believe that God is preparing you for His work just as He did Moses in the land of Midian. Go on, then; do your duty, and have faith in God. I will try to believe that you will be brought through all dangers in safety. God has something for you to do. Are you willing to walk in the path which providence points out?”
“I am.”
“Then have no fears.”
And from that moment she appeared so cheerful and confident, and seemed to have such strong faith in the divine goodness, love and care, that Ernest caught her spirit. By the time they arrived at the depot he was in much better spirits.
“I am now satisfied,” he said, as they were about to part, “that there is something more practical in the doctrines of the Presbyterian Church than I had ever dreamed of. Henceforth I shall try to bring them into my life as you do. But I am very skeptical by nature, and when I leave you I may again fall into doubt. God bless you, my dear Mildred, for helping to lift the clouds from my soul. I feel hopeful. But pray for me, that my faith fail not.”