always.â âYou are, of course,â said Rose thoughtfully, âbut your attitude down here makes all the difference in where you go to live forever, you know. And if you are expecting heaven forever, the earthly things donât seem so interesting. Good night! Iâm going to leave you here!â And Rose turned and dashed down the corridor to her cabin.
Chapter 3 L ocked securely in her cabin with her tall lovely roses like guardian angels silently watching over her, courage came back again to Rose. But there was no mistaking the fact that she was frightened. Partly by the things that Harry Coster had said to her and the way he had looked at her, and partly by the way she had dared talk to him. Never before had she spoken like that to any living being, about heaven and dying. She had never supposed it was possible to talk that way, especially to a young person. At least no one but a clergyman would do it. Oh, she was a church member, had been since she entered high school. But even the ceremony of uniting with the church had been an ordeal to her. She had meant it with all her heart, but to stand up before a church full of people and say by the bowing of her head that she belonged to the Lord Jesus Christ had required an actual physical courage. She had never supposed that she of her own free will would start a line of conversation that could end in the way this one had ended. She hadnât thought it was in her to say such solemn personal things. She hadnât been trained to do it. Yes, she had been to young peopleâs Sunday night meeting for several years, and once in a great while had taken the brief part of reciting a Bible verse or a line or two of poetry appropriate to the topic, but it had been hard, much harder than reciting a difficult lesson in school. And here she had taken the initiative and gone straight to the point with this young man. Or had she? Had she told him enough? She hadnât even mentioned the Lord Jesus Christ. Perhaps she should have explained to him the way of salvation. But she couldnât preach a sermon to him, could she? Well, even what she did say astonished her. She felt as if she ought to thank God for it, for surely the words had been given her. She felt a joy, past understanding, that she had said them. She never could have thought them out for herself. And they had seemed to work. She was puzzled at the singing joy in her heart and puzzled that the young man had no repartee wherewith to mock her. She had managed to get away and was safe in her room with the door locked. But in spite of her strange feeling of triumph, she felt weak and very much alone. She dropped down in the chair beside her bed and stared ahead at her roses. They seemed a living testimony to the fact that God was watching over her, though she hadnât realized any such thing before. Then she bent her head, and her lips touched the rosebud nestled in her dress, reminding her of that farewell kiss. Gordon McCarrollâs lips upon hers, his hands holding hers, hadnât seemed rudely intimate like the look of this other young man as he stood fairly insulting her with his intimate amusement. Well, perhaps she was silly and old-fashioned, as he had said. She had been brought up to reverence tender words and intimate touches, and it did grate on her senses to see them lightly treated. Yet she hadnât felt there was anything wrong in that good-bye kiss, nothing but utmost courtesy and kindly thoughtfulness for her. But then Gordon was a schoolmate of years. A stranger had no right to rush into intimacy as this other one had done. Of course, a great many of her other schoolmates had these careless ways of acting and talking! She hadnât been so far out of the world but that she had overheard plenty of it. Yet never before had it been addressed to her, and now she found her finer feelings affronted! Perhaps she was judging this strange man too harshly. Perhaps according to