Mr. Reichart looked into the bronzed faces of the men opposite him—typical Jewish faces, as he was quick to recognize.
“Have you come from far?”
They named a remote oasis in Central Arabia.
“So far. Why have you come to Cairo?”
“We heard that there was a place here where we could buy the Old Testament in Hebrew, so we traveled hither, and have been directed to you.”
Mr. Reichart gladly supplied these Jews with the number of Old Testaments they w anted, and packed them at once.
Before he fastened the box he took another book from the shelf—a Hebrew New Testament. He said no word to any man, but he prayed for a blessing on it as he hid it away among the others.
Then they went away with their treasure, and he watched them go. Perhaps the brethren of Joseph went away from Egypt in similar fashion long ago, he thought.
Many months had passed, and once again the little party of Jews came to the city of Cairo. With smiling faces they sought out Mr. Reichart and gave him a letter from their Arabian Rabbi. It was as follows:—
“Very highly do we value the excellent copies which you sent to us of the Law, the Prophets, and the Psalms in Hebrew; and not only those, but another Book enclosed with them, a Book that we had never seen before till then, nor had we ever heard of the Person of whom it speaks.
Day by day we continued reading of Him, till with one accord we concluded that He is Israel’s Messiah; and in future our prayers shall go up to heaven in no other name but in the Name of Messiah-Jesus.” K. M. BELL.