THE HOME CALL.
THE next morning dawned bright and beautiful, and even Preece's Place
looked cheerful in the January sunshine, that was trying in vain to
find its way into Jasper's old shed; for the doors were closely shut,
so that only one tiny ray could penetrate through a crack.
Rob, who paid an early visit to his old friend, that he might take him
to see the new quarters, was astonished to find the place still closed,
and after repeated knockings (all of which were in vain) he turned
away, thinking that Jasper must have gone by himself to see the shed in
John Street, and would soon be back.
But two hours later Forbes, coming up to bring a receipt for the money
entrusted to him, found the doors still shut, and seeing that they were
fastened from the inside, he began to feel uneasy; so at last, after
knocking and calling in vain, he forced the door, and then going in,
he found the old man sitting indeed in his chair, his Bible open on
his knees at Rev. xxii, his eyes fixed upon the Christmas text—but the
spirit had fled! Whilst he sat reading about heaven, messengers from
heaven had come at the bidding of the King, and away from the dreary,
dismal shed had they borne him to the land that knows no change, no
night, no sorrow; and as the constable stood gazing at the lifeless
form, the soul of Jonas Jasper was in the presence of Jesus Himself,
and his eyes were seeing "the King in His beauty."
Laying his hand on the pulse that had ceased to beat, Forbes stood for
a moment awestruck, and then, though in no doubt as to what happened,
he ran quickly for a doctor, and finding one just outside, he brought
him in. But one glance at the rigid features was enough, and in few
words the surgeon confirmed Forbes' opinion.
"Of course this must be inquired into," he said; "but there is every
appearance of a most quiet, peaceful, sudden death—old age its probable
cause. I will attend and do all that is necessary when required;" and
away he walked, leaving Forbes alone in the presence of the dead.
Lifting his eyes for a moment, they fell on Rob's text, "He careth for
you," which only two days before he had repeated to the old man. "And
it's true," he said softly. "The Lord knew he couldn't stand the upset
of a move, and He cared so much for him that He's taken him right away
out of it all, to rest for ever with Himself."
No sooner had Forbes lodged the necessary information at the Police
Station, than the news of Jasper's sudden death soon spread through
Preece's Place and its neighbourhood. On inquiry it was found that no
one had entered the shed after Mrs. Mellor and Rob left on the previous
evening; and so Jasper's last words on earth had been of Jesus, as he
pointed a weary sinner to the Saviour whom he had found.
It was no easy matter to break the news to Rob; but it fell to Forbes
to do it, as he met the child just outside the shed, coming home from
school, to go in and see his old friend.
"You can't go in, Rob; Jasper isn't there."
"Hasn't he come back yet, Mr. Forbes?"
"No."
"Then I'm sure he won't be much longer, and I can go in and wait till
he comes."
Forbes laid his hand on Rob's head. "You'll have to wait a long, long
time, Rob; for he'll never come back any more. The Lord Jesus has sent
for him to-night, and he has left the old shed and gone right away up
to heaven."
For a moment the child stared, as if hardly comprehending the
policeman's words, and then all of a sudden he seemed to take in the
meaning. "Is my Mr. Jasper dead? Do you mean that?"
"Yes, my boy; he's with Jesus now."
In an instant Rob crouched down against the door, and bursting into a
passionate flood of tears, sobbed as though his heart would break; and
indeed, if such a thing were possible to a child, Rob was very near it
then. In vain Forbes tried to coax him away, and finding all effort
useless, he took him up in his strong arms and carried him, still
sobbing and shivering, home to his wife.
"Let him stay here a bit until I can send Phil round to him," he said,
telling her what had happened. "Poor little chap, it's a sad blow for
him!"
So for some time he lay in Mrs. Forbes' kind, motherly arms, asking
between his sobs, in piteous voice, if it was really true that his Mr.
Jasper was gone! But as she talked to him about heaven, and its glories
and joys, and told him that his old friend was so happy there, and
would be looking out for him to come too, the child was calmed, and
by-and-by, worn out with weeping, fell into a sweet sleep, and ere he
woke Phil had come to fetch him.
After all, he was the best comforter; and so, sadly and wearily the
brothers made their way back to Preece's Place, their hearts full of
sorrow at the unexpected loss of their old friend. And when, on the
way home, they passed the shed, all closed and silent, Rob shuddered
afresh, and creeping closer to Phil, burst again into tears.
"Shan't we ever go in there any more, Phil?"
"I expect not, Rob; you see 'twill be pulled down soon, and you know it
is very nice for Mr. Jasper not to have to turn out, and I expect Jesus
knew how 'twas troubling him, and so He took him right away, and we
must be very glad for him, Rob."
But Rob could find no comfort anywhere, and poor Mrs. Mellor was sorely
perplexed to know what to do with her tearful boys; but by-and-by she
reminded them of what Jasper had said only the night before—that they
must read to her, and sing to her, as they had done to him.
So Phil got out his Bible and read, and Rob tried to listen; but ere
long, wearied with his sorrow, he fell asleep, and so forgot for a
while the grief that had filled his heart. But Phil sat up talking
to his mother; the sudden death of the old man had touched her not a
little.
"To think that this time last night I was talking to him," she said,
"and now he's dead. It's enough to make one shiver, when you see how
soon anybody may be gone."
And so Phil, in his simple way, told her all he knew of God's plan of
salvation. "And if we come to Jesus, mother, and ask Him to forgive us,
He will, and He'll wash away all our sins, and then, if our sins are
all gone, we needn't be afraid to die."
"And how do you know that your sins are all gone, Phil?"
"Why, mother, because I asked Jesus to take them away, and He promised
to do it for every one who asks; and I'm sure He keeps His promises."
And when Phil had fallen asleep his mother lay awake, restlessly
tossing to and fro, recalling what her boy had said. There rose before
her the memory of a life-time's sin. Could all that be forgiven at
once? Nay, surely not. She must make herself a little better before she
could expect God to help her. But (and a shudder passed through her)
perhaps while she was trying to make herself better the call might come
to her, as it had to Jasper, and find her not ready. So, haunted by
fear, and yet inspired by hope, she lay thinking, thinking, thinking,
quite unconscious that the Saviour Himself was standing by her side,
unseen, indeed, but none the less really there, waiting to take the
burden of a life's sins away. She was very near the kingdom, for she
had seen herself a sinner, and er long would come the message to her
troubled heart, "Daughter, be of good cheer. Thy sins, which are many,
are all forgiven."