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y；wasn't it a mere infatuation？〃
There were some flowers in my vase on the table。 While she was there； the gardener brought some new flowers to put in their place。 The Devotee saw him changing them。
〃Is that all？ 〃 she exclaimed。 〃Have you done with the flowers？ Then give them to me。〃
She held the flowers tenderly in the cup of her hands； and began to gaze at them with bent head。 After a few moments' silence she raised her head again； and said to me： 〃You never look at these flowers； therefore they become stale to you。 If you would only look into them； then your reading and writing would go to the winds。〃
She tied the flowers together in the end of her robe； and placed them； in an attitude of worship； on the top of her head； saying reverently： 〃Let me carry my God with me。〃
While she did this； I felt that flowers in our rooms do not receive their due meed of loving care at our hands。 When we stick them in vases； they are more like a row of naughty schoolboys standing on a form to be punished。
The Devotee came again the same evening； and sat by my feet on the terrace of the roof。
〃I gave away those flowers；〃 she said； 〃as I went from house to house this morning； singing God's name。 Beni； the head man of our village； laughed at me for my devotion； and said： ‘Why do you waste all this devotion on Him？ Don't you know He is reviled up and down the countryside？' Is that true； my God？ Is it true that they are hard upon you？〃
For a moment I shrank into myself。 It was a shock to find that the stains of printers' ink could reach so far。
The Devotee went on： 〃Beni imagined that he could blow out the flame of my devotion at one breath！ But this is no mere tiny flame： it is a burning fire。 Why do they abuse you； my God？〃
I said： 〃Because I deserved it。 I suppose in my greed I was loitering about to steal people's hearts in secret。〃
The Devotee said： 〃Now you see for yourself how little their hearts are worth。 They are full of poison； and this will cure you of your greed。〃
〃When a man；〃 I answered； 〃has greed in his heart； he is always on the verge of being beaten。 The greed itself supplies his enemies with poison。〃
〃Our merciful God；〃 she replied； 〃beats us with His own hand； and drives away all the poison。 He who endures God's beating to the end is saved。〃
II。
That evening the Devotee told me the story of her life。 The stars of evening rose and set behind the trees； as she went on to the end of her tale。
〃My husband is very simple。 Some people think that he is a simpleton； but I know that those who understand simply； understand truly。 In business and household management he was able to hold his own。 Because his needs were small； and his wants few； he could manage carefully on what we had。 He would never meddle in other matters； nor try to understand them。
〃Both my husband's parents died before we had been married long； and we were left alone。 But my husband always needed some one to be over him。 I am ashamed to confess that he had a sort of reverence for me； and looked upon me as his superior。 But I am sure that he could understand things better than I； though I had greater powers of talking。
〃Of all the people in the world he held his Guru Thakur （spiritual master） in the highest veneration。 Indeed it was not veneration merely but love； and such love as his is rare。
〃Guru Thakur was younger than my husband。 Oh！ how beautiful he was！
〃My husband had played games with him when he was a boy； and from that time forward he had dedicated his heart and soul to this friend of his early days。 Thakur knew how simple my husband was； and used to tease him mercilessly。
〃He and his comrades would play jokes upon him for their own amusement； but he would bear them all with longsuffering。
〃When I married into this family； Guru Thakur was studying at Benares。 My husband used to pay all his expenses。 I was eighteen years old when he returned home to our village。
〃At the age of fifteen I had my child。 I was so young I did not know how to take care of him。 I was fond of gossip； and liked to be with my village friends for hours together。 I used to get quite cross with my
boy when I was compelled to stay at home and nurse him。 Alas！ my child…God came into my life； but His playthings were not ready for Him。 He came to the mother's heart； but the mother's heart lagged behind。 He left me in anger； and ever since I have been searching for Him up and down the world。
〃The boy was the joy of his father's life。 My careless neglect used to pain my husband。 But his was a mute soul。 He has never been able to give expression to his pain。
〃The wonderful thing was this； that in spite of my neglect the child used to love me more than any one else。 He seemed to have the dread that I would one day go away and leave him。 So even when I was with him； he would watch me with a restless look in his eyes。 He had me very little to himself； and therefore his desire to be with me was always painfully eager。 When I went each day to the river； he used to fret and stretch out his little arms to be taken with me。 But the bathing ghal was my place for meeting my friends； and I did not care to burden myself with the child。
〃It was an early morning in August。 Fold after fold of grey clouds had wrapped the mid…day round with a wet clinging robe。 I asked the maid to take care of the boy； while I went down to the river。 The child cried after me as I went away。
〃There was no one there at the bathing ghat when I arrived。 As a swimmer； I was the best among all the village women。 The river was quite full with the rains。 I swam out into the middle of the stream some distance from the shore。
〃Then I heard a cry from the bank； 'Mother！' I turned my head and saw my boy coming down the steps； calling me as he came。 I shouted to him to stop； but he went on； laughing and calling。 My feet and hands became cramped with fear。 I shut my eyes； afraid to see。 When I opened them； there； at the slippery stairs； my boy's ripple of laughter had disappeared for ever。
〃I got back to the shore。 I raised him from the water。 I took him in my arms； my boy； my darling； who had begged so often in vain for me to take him。 I took him now； but he no more looked in my eyes and called ‘ Mother。'
〃My child…God had come。 I had ever neglected Him。 I had ever made Him cry。 And now all that neglect began to beat against my own heart； blow upon blow； blow upon blow。 When my boy was with me； I had left him alone。 I had refused to take him with me。 And now； when he is dead； his memory clings to me and never leaves me。
〃God alone knows all that my husband suffered。 If he had only punished me for my sin； it would have been better for us both。 But be knew only how to endure in silence； not how to speak。
〃When I was almost mad with grief； Guru Thakur came back。 In earlier days； the relation between him and my husband had been that of boyish friendship。 Now； my husband's reverence for his sanctity and learning was unbounded。 He could hardly speak in his presence； his awe of him was so great。
〃My husband asked his Guru to try to give me some consolation。 Guru Thakur began to read and explain to me the scriptures。 But I do not think they had much effect on my mind。 All their value for me lay in the voice that uttered them。 God makes the draught of divine life deepest in the heart for man to drink； through the human voice。 He has no better vessel in His hand than that； and He Himself drinks His divine draught out of the same vessel。
〃My husband's love and veneration for his Guru filled our house； as incense fills a temple shrine。 I showed that veneration； and had peace。 I saw my God in the form of that Guru。 He used to come to take his meal at our house every morning。 The first thought that would come to my mind on waking from sleep was that of his food as a sacred gift from God。 When I prepared the things for his meal； my fingers would sing for joy。
〃When my husband saw my devotion to his Guru； his respect for me greatly increased。 He noticed his Guru's eager desire to explain the scriptures to me。 He used to think that he could never expect to earn any regard from h