The White Flag

ONE evening the wife of the old flagman, at a railway station, said to her husband, “John, there will be a flag held out tonight—a flag in the hand of Jesus. It will not be a red flag, for there is no danger; and it will not be a green one, for, thank God, there is no doubt; but it will be a pure white flag, for all is perfect safety and peace, and I am very nearly at my journey’s end.” That night she died.