Mr. Maxwell went upstairs. Rollin met him at the door of the room. He was remarkably calm, but Death, in coming so near, had left an imprint on his face and in his eyes. He laid his head on Mr. Maxwell’s breast and groaned.

“Come in,” he managed to say after a moment. “I don’t know what will happen to Rachel.”

Rachel was on her knees, her arms flung out across the bed. The three doctors were standing at the foot of it. Dr. West had tried to get Rachel out of the room, but she had fought him like an animal and at last flung herself down as Mr. Maxwell now saw her.

He went up, put his hand on her head, and said gently, “Rachel.”

There was no movement for a minute. Then Rachel moved her trembling shoulders, and slowly turned her head and looked up.

Mr. Maxwell kneeled by her side. Rachel was tearless. But in the midst of the prayer that Maxwell began to offer, she suddenly turned on her knees and caught his arm.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I have just thought! Mr. Maxwell, have you forgotten? Jesus is here! Send for him. He can bring Eloise to life. Jesus is here!”

She rose to her feet and dragged herself almost fiercely at Mr. Maxwell. The doctors looked at one another. Mr. Maxwell tried to calm Rachel, but she seemed like one distracted. She kept exclaiming, “Send for him, Mr. Maxwell, won’t you? Send at once!”

Dr. West came over to Maxwell. “Where is he?”

“At my house, probably, by this time.”

“I’ll call him.” Dr. West went out into the upper hall and called up Maxwell’s house. Martha answered. A few sentences were exchanged. Then Dr. West came back into the death chamber. “He will be here soon,” was all he said.

Rachel fell on her knees again, and this time, without any violent outburst, she said as she folded her hands together, “Jesus is here! He will bring my child to life again! Jesus is here! Oh, thank God, he is here!”

Then there was silence in that chamber. Mr. Maxwell’s lips were moving in prayer for Rachel and Rollin while they all waited for his coming.

Chapter Five

Three days had passed, and Rachel and Rollin stood side by side at a grave. The coffin was just being lowered. As the top of it sank to a level position with the grass, it left the lilies as if they were growing in that spot. Rachel leaned upon Rollin, his arm about her. At the head of grave stood Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Grey, and Virginia was near, but next to Rachel stood the figure of the Man.

Rachel turned her eyes up to him as Mr. Maxwell finished reading the service.

“Now may the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.”