Then mother and daughter related their bewildering experiences to the young man. Again and again the three recounted all that had happened. Roger told of the scene at the table up to the time of his dismissal. Again and again, he tried to explain the manner of Jesus when the accident occurred.

“I was frightened to death. It seemed to me I should faint away. But something about his voice and look and manner when he turned and looked up at me made me feel as if I had known him all my life and worked with him at the same table. Oh, it is wonderful!”

“It is the greatest event of our lives,” said the mother. Then, as they still sat there in the darkness, she added, trembling, “Children, if only your father could meet him and be healed.”

“Father!” cried the girl. “Could anyone heal him? He is too far gone. No! He healed me and I was lost. He could save even Father, if—”

They sat together in the darkened room, murmuring prayers, waiting as if for something—they hardly knew what—until it was late into the night.

The noises of the street and the tenement died down. Steps up and down the stairs and along the corridors ceased. And still they sat there, close together, whispering, praying, longing, awaiting—they did not know what—until it was almost morning.

Then there came up the stairs a firm, strong step, and after a short pause at the head of the landing, it stopped in front of the door. They all rose and stood there in the dark, holding one another by the hand, as the door opened.

“Lucy?” a quiet voice said. “Lucy, are you here?”

“Yes, John,” the wife’s voice trembling, hardly audible, spoke. “We are all here.”

“All?” He entered and shut the door behind him.

“Ellie and Roger and I.”

“Ellie?”

“Yes. She has come home.”

“Thank God! Turn on the light, Lucy. I have great news for you!”

With trembling hands, the woman lit the one gas jet in the room. As the flame flared up, she saw her husband and caught the look of his face. Suddenly she was about to fall, but he sprang toward her and caught her in his arms.

“Saved, Lucy! Saved by the touch of Jesus. Thank God, children. I have seen him and my sins are washed away!”

They all clung to him bewildered, as if he were one come out of the grave from the dead, as indeed he was. And then, sobbing and shouting for joy, they sat down while the father told his story.