It was so beautiful that it hurt. Missy shut her
eyes. She could almost see angels in misty white and floating golden
hair. Something quivered inside her; once more on the wings of music
was the religious feeling stealing back to her.
The solo was finished, but Missy kept her eyes closed whenever she
thought no one was looking. She was anxious to hold the religious
feeling till her soul could be entirely born anew. And she had quite
a long time to wait. That made her task difficult and complicated;
for it's not easy at the same time to retain an emotional state and
to rehearse a piece you're afraid of forgetting.
But the service gradually wore through. Now they were at the "come
forward and sit at the feet of Jesus." To-night grandpa and grandma
didn't do that; they merely knelt in the pew with bowed heads. So
Missy also knelt with bowed head. She was by this time in a state
difficult to describe; a quivering jumble of excitement, eagerness,
timidity, fear, hope, and exaltation. . .
And now at last, was come the time!
Brother Poole, again wearing the look on his face as of an electric
light turned on within, exhorted the repentant ones to "stand up and
testify.
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