It was then that the
Angel of Mercy said, "It is enough," and touched the young man's heart.
The long pent-up spring burst forth, and Rupert sobbed like a child. By
a huge gray rock sheltered by the pines, he uttered his first prayer to
God. For a full hour he prayed and wept, until a peaceful spirit
overpowered him, and he slept.
Rupert awoke with a changed heart, though he was weak and faint. Evening
was coming on and he saw the smoke curling from the chimney of a
farmhouse half a mile below. Painfully, he made his way down to it.
A young man was feeding the cows for the night, and Rupert went up to
him, and said:
"Good evening, sir; have you any objection to my sleeping in your barn
tonight?"
The man eyed him closely. Tramps did not often come to his
out-of-the-way place.
"Do you smoke?"
"No, sir."
"Then I have no objection, though I don't like tramps around the place."
"Thank you, sir."
The man moved off, but turned again. "Have you had any supper?" he
asked.
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