Martha came in holding a little book in her hand. Maxwell asked her to show it to Stanton. “Jesus gave it to me when he left the house,” she said.

Stanton took the volume into his hands with a peculiar feeling of awe. Opening it at the first page which had a bookmark in it, he read, “Martha Lowell. From Jesus, her Friend.” There was a date, and “Raymond.”

Stanton gazed at the common inscription, fascinated. The volume was a New Testament, a small, flexible, leather-covered book. “Why, this is priceless, Martha. Did you know it was priceless?”

“I know it is the most precious thing I possess,” said Martha simply.

“How did he happen to give it to you?”

“I asked him to write my name in my Testament, and he wrote it with his own in this new one and gave it to me the morning he went away. Mr. Maxwell, do you think he will come back? Do you think we shall ever see him again? I had such a comforting talk with him that morning. You remember, Mrs. Maxwell, how he smiled when he stepped into the kitchen to say goodbye?”

Neither Mr. Maxwell nor Stanton could avoid a feeling of surprise.

“But why not?” Stanton murmured. “What did we expect to see? A being so removed from common human things that he could have no feeling for human infirmities? No! No! We must overturn our old definition of God.”

He spoke aloud to Maxwell. “Have you any such reminder as this?”

“No. Have you?”

“No. I would give anything if I had. Why did we not ask him?”

Maxwell stared. “Yes, why didn’t we? Martha was wise and now she is rich spiritually.”

“He gave several of the men at the Mission little books with his name. Mr. Grey asked for them.”

“Grey was wise also,” said Maxwell smiling. “But I’m afraid, Martha, we shall never see Jesus in the flesh again unless we happen to go to New York or Washington while he is there. I am sure he will not return to Raymond.”

“I shall remember him forever. He is my Lord and my God,” said Martha gravely, as she went back to her work.

Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell and Stanton looked at one another.

“Mr. Maxwell,” said Stanton, “did you ever wonder while Jesus was here about his financial condition? Did he have any money? Did that trouble you any, or how could he buy books and travel and all that?”

Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell looked at each other significantly, and Mr. Maxwell answered, “He said one day that he had not come to satisfy curiosity about himself, but to reveal the Father and His righteousness to the world.”

“Thank God we have seen him,” said Stanton as he went away, exalting in his whole being on account of his own transfiguring love for Virginia and the gracious, marvelous, personal touch of Jesus in it all.