'"
"Yes, it is time to pray," said an excited, answering voice; "the
lightning has struck and shivered the mast; and look how it has run along
over our heads and down yon mirror; as you may see by the melting of the
glass. It has doubtless continued on to the hold, and set fire to the
cotton stored there," the speaker--a thin, nervous looking man, who was
pushing his way through the throng--added in a whisper close to Mr.
Dinsmore's ear.
"Be quiet, will you!" said the latter sternly; "these helpless women and
children are sufficiently frightened already."
"Yes, yes and I don't want to scare 'em unnecessarily; but we'd better be
prepared for the worst."
Elsie had overheard the whispers and her cheek paled, a look of keen
distress coming into her face as she glanced from one to another of her
loved ones, dearer far than her own life.
But she showed no other sign of agitation; her heart sent up one swift cry
to him to whom "all power is given in heaven and in earth," and faith and
love triumphed over fear. His love to her was infinite nor was there any
limit to his power. She would trust him that all would be well whether in
life or death.
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