“If he only knew! He would seek them out. Can we not find him and beg him to touch and save them, Mother?”

“How can we find him in this big city? Daughter, he is too busy and too great to look after such as us.”

“Mother, no. He has looked after such as us. He said he came to seek and to save the lost. Lost such as I was. Mother, let us seek him out for father’s and Roger’s sake.”

And they were so possessed with this one consuming passion that, after a hasty meal, they started out together to find him.

But they were unsuccessful. No one knew where he was. The morning papers contained exaggerated and garbled accounts of the scene at Roswald Drake’s, gathered from the recollections of those who had been present.

But of his own dwelling place no one knew.

It was said he had none, except as friends provided him shelter from time to time. Others said he worked at his old trade as a carpenter to provide himself with money necessary for his expenses. But mother and daughter returned to the room called home, late at night, disappointed in their search which had lasted through the day.

They ate a little food together, sorrowfully reviewing the unsuccessful search. Yet at the same time in the heart of each stirred the new life put there by the touch of Jesus. They had not lit the gas fire but sat in the dark, as if waiting for something they feared and longed for.

There was a step on the stairs and along the hall, and the door was opened. “Mother?” a voice called.

“Roger!” Mother and daughter rose.

He could not distinguish their faces in the dark.

“Roger, it is your sister Ellie, come home again!”

“Ellie!” The brother folded his arms about her and they wept together, the girl for shame and joy commingled.

“Mother,” said the boy, “such wonderful news for you. I have seen Jesus and he—”

“You have seen him?” mother and daughter both cried out.

“Yes. At Mr. Drake’s at the Plaza. He was a guest there last night. You know I began my work at Mr. Drake’s last night, after a weeklong training period, and Jesus was at the table. I had an accident and Mr. Drake discharged me.”

“Discharged you?”

“Yes. But Jesus sought me out and today he found me a new place in the home of one of his friends, a Christian man. I am to have a regular place at forty dollars a month to begin with, and more if I do my work right. Mother, it seems like a dream to me. To think that Jesus has actually touched me and helped me! I cannot make it real. Only I know I have the position. I am to begin in my new place tomorrow.”