It was during that week that the change in Gladys took place. She had
plenty of time for thought. Recollections of her nearness to death, of
her horror while under the ice, of her terror when saved, of seeing her
brave rescuer sink, all these scenes made a deep and lasting impression
on her, and she realised that life can never be made up of pleasures
only.
When she met the rest of the "Bunch," her quietness puzzled them, her
determination to go no more on the ice distressed them. But in her own
heart Gladys felt that she had gained by her approach to death, for in
the deadly struggle she had been brought near to God. As for Harry
Elliott, need I forecast the trend of the two lives that were so nearly
taken away together?
[Sidenote: Mike, the old Raven, is the central figure of this story for
younger girls.]
The Pearl-rimmed Locket
BY
M. B. MANWELL
March came in with a roar that year. The elms of Old Studley creaked and
groaned loudly as the wild wind tossed them about like toys.
"I'm frighted to go to bed," wailed little Jinty Ransom, burying her
face in Mrs. Barbara's lap, when she had finished saying her prayers.
"Ah, dear, 'taint for we to be frightened at anything God sends! Do'ent
He hold the storms in the hollow of His hand? And thou, dear maid,
what's wind and tempest that's only 'fulfilling His word' compared wi'
life's storms that will gather over thy sunny head one day, sure as
sure?" Mrs.
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