CHAPTER IV.

I AM INTRODUCED TO THE RESCUE HOME FAMILY--A GLORIOUS TEST.

My cherished friend, Sister Trefren was at the depot to greet me, and I

spent that first night under her roof. Early in the morning came a

message from the home, requesting that, if I felt sufficiently rested,

to come to them as speedily as possible.

She was a beautiful girl--I mean the one who responded to my ringing of

the door-bell. Oh, how she surveyed me (though not rudely) from head to

foot! We shall hear Leila's story in another chapter. Soon I was at the

bedside of the sick matron, who, though hardly able to speak, greeted

me lovingly and tearfully. In a few minutes a trusted girl was given

some directions, and then I was invited into the sitting-room. There

were assembled all the inmates of the home, and I was soon warmly

greeting, first collectively and later individually.

"My, what an opportunity to study character!" I said to myself as I

observed the twenty-four faces into which I had a bare glimpse. I

presently asked them if they would please kneel and pray with me and

for me, and soon I found myself, for the first time, listening to the

humble, earnest petitions of these precious jewels in the rough.

Brokenly and tearfully, they thanked God for rescuing them from lives

of sin, shame, and despair; for providing so good a home, food, and

shelter (it was all very modest and humble). Some praised Him for

sanctification as well as salvation. (Perhaps my reader does not know

the interpretation of that word, "sanctification." Briefly, it refers

to a second blessing, following justification, or the forgiveness of

sins; a second work of grace, whereby the nature becomes purified and

kept free from sin by the operation and power of God's Holy Spirit--now

the indwelling presence.) Then how fervent were the prayers for the

healing of the sick matron! and now, "O God, please bless Mrs. Roberts

for coming to her aid and ours," ending by thanking him for answering

their earnest appeal for help in their time of great need.

I forgot all my own heartaches as I drank in and indorsed every word,

and then, with all my being, offered the closing prayer. Soon the

trials and testings commenced in real earnest.

In such a place it does not require many days, nay, many hours, to

discover the subtlety of the enemy of souls. For some time my nerves,

never too strong, were so wrought upon that I was under a constant

strain, and more than once, fearing a breakdown, felt that I should be

compelled to relinquish my arduous duties.

In answer to prayer, our Father, ever mindful of his own, strengthened

me and bestowed the necessary knowledge and wisdom, so that I was soon

able to cope with the situation, which was this: None of these precious

ones had long been established; some were not yet saved. Cravings, in

one form or another, for the old life, perhaps a thirst for liquor,

would at times secretly take possession of one or another, and

frequently some saved girl would come to me, saying, "Sister Roberts,

Mamie [or some other] has gone out without permission." Then I would

quickly telephone to police headquarters to be on the lookout for her

and to have her privately detained until some one from the home could

come. Often we were compelled to tell the erring one that the law would

have to take its course if she rebelled or refused. Sometimes such a

one would almost hate us because she did not comprehend how much we had

the interest of both body and soul at heart.

Ah! reader, do you realize what it means to "stand still" in the trying

hours? to watch our Father's Spirit working in the lives and natures of

the outcast? Truly it is marvelous, marvelous! Soon I will relate the

story of one of our family, but before I do so, permit me to give you

my first Sunday's experience. I think it will be interesting.

I arrived at the home on Tuesday. On Friday morning, Sister B----, the

sick matron, said as I stood by her bedside: "Sister Roberts, all our

family of girls whose health will permit are in the habit of attending

Sunday morning worship in one of the churches; in the afternoon, those

who wish, attend the mission; and in the evening we have prayer-service

at home. I shall not, as you know, be able to go with them for some

time to come. That duty devolves upon you, dear, for the present."

Imagine, if you can, my feelings. "Sister, I fail to see that the Lord

requires any such sacrifice on my part," I impulsively replied. "I

think it sufficient to work with and for them _here_ in the home. What

would my former society friends say or think should any chance to meet

me with them?" And the tears of (righteous?) indignation filled my

eyes. "My dear," she gently replied, "take a little time in your room

alone with God. He will make it clear, what he would have you to do."

Soon I was locked in, where I sat for a few moments on the side of my

little bed, as rebellious and indignant as ever I was in all my life.

When I grew somewhat calmer, I fell upon my knees and sobbed out my

troubles at the foot of the cross. Painfully, I at last submitted,

_provided it was the will of God_; and in my prayer I requested

"_Should such be thy will_, please see that none of my friends of

social standing chance to cross my pathway on this occasion." Then I

arose from my knees.

Sunday morning found thirteen girls neatly clad and all impatiently

waiting for my appearance. Never in all my lifetime did I start on a

trip more fearfully or timidly. We had not traveled half a block when,

on turning a corner, I saw a family whom my family and I held in high

estimation. We both received a never-to-be-forgotten shock. I was

greeted with a surprised bow of interrogation from the wife, whilst the

husband very slightly raised his hat. My girls behaved beautifully,

little dreaming the state of my feelings.

Old Adam dies very hard sometimes, doesn't he? I soon met others and

still others. Never did I so long for even a knot-hole into which to

crawl, but no such place presented itself. Precious Lord, thou knewest

what was for my best interest when thou didst in thine infinite love

and wisdom thus answer such a selfish prayer.

The next chapter will introduce you to the naughtiest girl in the home.

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