I presume some of the surrounding condolers had been giving her Job's
comfort by blaming her husband.
"Do you remember, Agnes, what the Lord said to his mother when she
reproached him with having left her and his father?"
"I can't remember anything at this moment, sir," was her touching answer.
"Then I will tell you. He said, 'Why did you look for me? Didn't you know
that I must be about something my Father had given me to do?' Now, Joe was
and is about his Father's business, and you must not be anxious about him.
There could be no better reason for not being anxious."
Agnes was a very quiet woman. When without a word she took my hand and
kissed it, I felt what a depth there was in the feeling she could not
utter. I did not withdraw my hand, for I knew that would be to rebuke her
love for Joe.
"Will you come in and wait?" I said indefinitely.
"No, thank you, sir. I must go to my mother. God will look after Joe, won't
he, sir?"
"As sure as there is a God, Agnes," I said; and she went away without
another word.
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