Nevertheless, the sunbeam had its cloud-shapes of gloom, and if Israel in his darker hours hungered for more human company, and wished that the little playfellow of the angels which had come down to his dwelling could only be his simple human child, he sometimes had his wish, and many throbs of anguish with it.For often it happened, and especially at seasons when no winds were stirring, and blank peace and a doleful silence haunted the air, that Naomi would seem to fall into a sick longing from causes that were beyond Israel's power to fathom.Then her sweet face would sadden, and her beautiful blind eyes would fill, and her pretty laughter would echo no more through the house.
And sometimes, in the dead of the night, she would rise from her bed and go through the dark corridors, for darkness and light were as one to her, until she came to Israel's room, and he would awake from his sleep to find her, like a little white vision, standing by his bedside.What she wanted there he could never know, for neither had he power to ask nor she to answer, whether she were sick or in pain, or whether in her sleep she had seen a face from the invisible world, and heard a voice that called her away, or whether her mother's arms had seemed to be about her once again and then to be torn from her afresh, and she had come to him on awakening in her trouble, not knowing what it is to dream, but thinking all evil dreams to be true fact and new sorrow.
So, with a sigh, he would arise and light his lamp and lead her back to her bed, and more scalding than the tears that would be standing in Naomi's eyes would be the hot drops that would gush into his own.
"My poor darling," he would say, "can you not tell me your trouble, that I may comfort you? No, no, she cannot tell me, and I cannot comfort her.My darling, my darling."Most of all when such things befell would Israel long for some miracle out of heaven to find a way to the little maiden's mind that she might ask and answer and know, yet he dared not to pray for it, for still greater than his pity for the child was his fear of the wrath of God.And out of this fear there came to him at length an awful and terrible thought: though so severed on earth, his child and he, yet before the bar of judgment they would one day be brought together, and then how should it stand with her soul?
Naomi knew nothing of God, having no way of speech with man.
Would God condemn her for that, and cast her out for ever? No, no, no!
God would not ask her for good works in the land of silence, and for labour in the land of night.She had no eyes to see God's beautiful world, and no ears to hear His holy word.
God had created her so, and He would not destroy what He had made.
Far rather would He look with love and pity on His little one, so long and sorely tried on earth, and send her at last to be a blessed saint in heaven.
Israel tried to comfort himself so, but the effort was vain.
He was a Jew to the inmost fibre of his being, and he answered himself out of his own mouth that it was his own sinful wish, and not God's will, that had sent Naomi into the world as she was.Then, on the day of the great account, how should he answer to her for her soul?
Visions stood up before him of endless retribution for the soul that knew not God.These were the most awful terrors of his sleepless nights, but at length peace came to him, for he saw his path of duty.It was his duty to Naomi that he should tell her of God and reveal the word of the Lord to her!
What matter if she could not hear? Though she had senses as the sands of the seashore, yet in the way of light the Lord alone could lead her.
What matter though she could not see? The soul was the eye that saw God, and with bodily eyes had no man seen Him.
So every day thereafter at sunset Israel took Naomi by the hand and led her to an upper room, the same wherein her mother died, and, fetching from a cupboard of the wall the Book of the Law, he read to her of the commandments of the Lord by Moses, and of the Prophets, and of the Kings.And while he read Naomi sat in silence at his feet, with his one free hand in both of her hands, clasped close against her cheek.
What the little maid in her darkness thought of this custom, what mystery it was to her and wherefore, only the eye that looks into darkness could see; but it was so at length that as soon as the sun had set--for she knew when the sun was gone--Naomi herself would take her father by the hand, and lead him to the upper room, and fetch the book to his knees.
And sometimes, as Israel read, an evil spirit would seem to come to him, and make a mock at him, and say, "The child is deaf and hears not--go read your book in the tombs!" But he only hardened his neck and laughed proudly.And, again, sometimes the evil spirit seemed to say, "Why waste yourself in this misspent desire? The child is buried while she is still alive, and who shall roll away the stone?"But Israel only answered, "It is for the Lord to do miracles, and the Lord is mighty."So, great in his faith, Israel read to Naomi night after night, and when his spirit was sore of many taunts in the day his voice would be hoarse, and he would read the law which says, "_Thou shalt not curse the deaf, nor put a stumbling-block before the blind._" But when his heart was at peace his voice would be soft, and he would read of the child Samuel sanctified to the Lord in the temple, and how the Lord called him and he answered--"_And it came to pass at that time, when Eli was laid down in his place, and his eyes began to wax dim, that he could not see; and ere the lamp of God went out in the temple of the Lord, where the Ark of God was, and Samuel was laid down to sleep, that the Lord called Samuel, and he answered, Here am I.And he ran unto Eli and said, Here am I, for thou calledst me.And he said, I called not;lie down again.And he went and lay down.And the Lord called yet again, Samuel.And Samuel rose and went to Eli and said, Here am I for thou didst call me.And he answered, I called not my son;lie down again.Now Samuel did not yet know the Lord, neither was the word of the Lord yet revealed to him._"And, having finished his reading, Israel would close the book, and sing out of the Psalms of David the psalm which says, "It is good for me that I have been in trouble, that I may learn Thy statutes."Thus, night after night, when the sun was gone down, did Israel read of the law and sing of the Psalms to Naomi, his daughter, who was both blind and deaf.And though Naomi heard not, and neither did she see, yet in their silent hour together there was another in their chamber always with them--there was a third, for there was God.
