It is strange that we see no account of ministers or members of any
denomination but the Roman Church volunteering to go to the stricken
city. All seem to stand aloof but them. How noble are those truly
Christian and devoted women, the Sisters of Mercy! And shall I be idle
and listless when I might be saving life, or at least trying to do so.
O, mother dear, I must go. I will come back safely to you. You must
give me your consent."
Mrs. Arnold was herself a truly brave and Christian lady, and a firm
believer in the care that God exercises over all who serve Him. And
therefore, after a short consideration, she gave the required consent
to her daughter Agnes, to go to Shreveport as a nurse.
During the late war, fond fathers sent their sons to the battle-field,
not that they wished to have them slaughtered, but willing that, for
the sake of their cause, they should take the risk.
So now, with much the same motive, Mrs. Arnold gave Agnes her
approbation to go and perform her Christian duty to the sufferers at
Shreveport.
Yet when the parting really came, it seemed as though Mrs. Arnold
could never unclasp her arms from about the form of her daughter.
"God will bring me safely back to you, dear mother," urged Agnes,
gently untwining those loving arms; "Good-by."
"Good-by, darling, good-by."
It was over--the parting was over--Agnes was gone.
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