Leave the judgments of God to God; they are not for us to think of." But she would not be put off in that way.

Too weak to kneel, she had sunk upon the floor, leaning still against the bed, with one thin, gaunt arm thrown across her husband's body.
"You think," she demanded, "that my Tom's lost because he was drunk to-night ?" "No," he said, "I do not think that, Mrs.Davis." "Is he saved ?" she cried, her voice shrill with eagerness.
John was silent.

She clutched his arm with her thin fingers, and shook it in her excitement; her pinched, terrified face was close to his.
"He wasn't never converted,--I know that,--but would the Lord have cut him off, sudden-like, in his sin, if He wasn't goin' to save him ?" "We can only trust his wisdom and his goodness." "But you think he was cut off in his sins--you think--my Tom's lost!" The preacher did not speak, but the passionate pity in his eyes told her.
She put her hands up to her throat as though she were suffocating, and her face grew ghastly.
"Remember, God knows what is best for his children," John said.

"He sends this grief of Tom's death to you in his infinite wisdom.

He loves you,--He knows best." "Do you mean," asked the woman slowly, "that it was best fer Tom he should die ?" "I mean this sorrow may be best for you," he answered tenderly.