He sat there a long time, reading and pondering with grave, anxious face,
it may be asking for heavenly guidance too, for his eyes were now and then
uplifted and his lips moved.
The next day and the next he spent at the Oaks, passing most of his time
in solitude, either in the least frequented parts of the grounds, or the
lonely and deserted rooms of the mansion.
Walter had always been a favorite with Mrs. Murray. She had a sort of
motherly affection for him, and watching him furtively, felt sure that he
had some heavy mental trouble. She waited and watched silently, hoping
that he would confide in her and let her sympathize, if she could do
nothing more.
On the evening of the third day he came in from the grounds with a
brightened countenance, his little book in his hand. She was on the
veranda looking out for him to ask if he was ready for his tea. He met her
with a smile.
"Is it gude news, Mr. Walter?" she asked, thinking of the distracted state
of the country.
"Yes, Mrs. Murray, I think you will call it so. I have been searching
here," and he held up the little volume, "for the pearl of great price;
and I have found it."
"Dear bairn, I thank God for ye!" she exclaimed with emotion. "It's gude
news indeed!"
"I cannot think how I've been so blind," he went on in earnest tones; "it
seems now so simple and easy--just to believe in Jesus Christ, receive His
offered pardon, His righteousness put upon me, the cleansing of His blood
shed for the remission of sins, and trust my all to Him for time and
eternity.
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