“Believing I rejoice
To feel the curse remove;
I bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And trust His bleeding love!”
It was a strangely ecstatic moment for Zillah. Tears flooded her eyes, she tried to speak, but her emotion choked her.
Cohen stood up. His face was ablaze with the wonder of the revelation that had come to him. He spread his hands upward, and his eyes were lifted in the same direction, as he cried:—
“Thou loving Christ! Thou Precious Jesus! I am Thine—thine—THINE—!”
Then he remembered his wife.
“Rachael, dear heart,” he cried, as he moved to her side. “Machael, wife of my heart. Jesus is the Messiah!”
“Bah!” she cried. With a thrust of her hand and foot, she kept him from her. Then in tones of withering scorn and disgust, she cried: