A. L. O. E., A Wreath of Indian Stories
“ The red light glared on the image of Krishna; to the terrified Sheo Deo it seemed almost as if the idol had life!“Help me—save me! Oh! save thy worshipper, great Krishna!” he cried; while the heat around him grew more and more fearful, even as that of a furnace.But the image stirred not, heard not. The sparks were kindling upon it.Then, in the agony of his terror, the poor Hindu bethought him of the Christian’s powerful God. Even in the presence of his idol he clasped his hands and uttered the cry, “O Lord Jesus Christ, if Thou canst save me, oh! save me!” ”
