“Suppose you were out on the bayou yonder, and the boat should upset and float beyond your reach, or be swept away from you by the wind and waves, and you couldn’t swim; but just as you are sinking, you find a plank floating near; you catch hold of it, you find it strong and large enough to bear your weight, and you throw yourself upon it and cling to it for life.  Just so you must cast yourself on Jesus, and cling to Him with all your strength:  and He will save you; for He is able and willing ’to save to the uttermost all that come unto God by Him.’

“He will wash away your sins in His own precious blood, and dress you in the beautiful robe of His perfect righteousness; that is, set His goodness to your account, so that you will be saved just as if you had been as good and holy as He was.  Then you will love Him and try to do right to please Him; not to buy heaven; you cannot do that, for ’all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags,’ and we cannot be saved unless we trust only in Jesus and His righteousness.”

Something in the faces before her caused Elsie to turn her head.  Her father stood with grave, quiet air, but a few feet from her.

“Papa,” she said, in an undertone, and blushing slightly, “I did not know you were here.  Will you not speak to them? you can do it so much better than I.”

She sat down, and stepping to her side he made a brief and simply worded address on the necessity of repentance and faith in Jesus, “the only Saviour of sinners,” His willingness to save all who come to Him, and the great danger of delay in coming.  Then with a short prayer and the singing of a hymn, they were dismissed.

With murmured thanks and many a backward look of admiring love at their already almost idolized young mistress, and her father, who had won their thorough respect and affection years ago, they scattered to their homes.

“You must have a shawl and hat, for the air begins to grow cool,” said Mr. Dinsmore to his daughter.

“Yes, massa, I’se brought dem,” said Chloe, hurrying up almost out of breath, with the required articles in her hand.

“Thank you, mammy, you are always careful of your nursling;” Elsie said, smilingly, as the shawl was wrapped carefully about her shoulders and the hat placed upon her head.

Her father drew her hand within his arm and led her across the lawn.

“There is one spot, very dear to us both, which we have not yet visited,” he said, low and feelingly, “and I have rather wondered at your delay in asking me to take you there.”

She understood him.  “Yes, sir,” she said, “I should have done so last evening, but that you looked weary.  It has hardly been out of my mind since we came, and I have only waited for a suitable time.”

“None could be better than the present,” he answered.

On a gently sloping hillside, and beneath the shade of a beautiful magnolia, they found what they sought:  a grave, with a headstone on which was carved the inscription: