Long before day, she again sought to
improve every moment for Christian conversation. We tried to comfort
her: and her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. She received a
copy of the Gospels with joy. When we left, she followed us, lonely
and sad, to the river side. I opened her Testament, and pointed to
Matt. xi. 28: 'Come unto me, all ye that labor, and are heavy
laden;' but her voice choked, and tears prevented her reading. We
kneeled by the roaring Zab, and in broken accents commended her to
Him who will keep her, for his promise is sure."
For ten long years we hear nothing of either of the three; till, in
September, 1861, Yonan--the same who found them in 1850--and another
preacher visited the mountains. In a village of Tiary, some two
thousand people were keeping the feast of the cross--eating,
drinking, dancing, and carousing. They sat down among the quietest
of the crowd. Heleneh came up and saluted them. Though she had not
seen her teacher for eleven years, she recognized him at once. They
talked from morning till near sunset. As they spoke of old friends,
Yonan asked, "Heleneh, do you remember where our Lord was
crucified?" "On Calvary.
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