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of her Bible women around to see the wee, sick wife and bairnie, and although he has to work seven days in the week, we’ll try to bring a little of the joy into the home A poor widow had been toiling away for many years in one of the car barns. The hours were long and the work was.confin ing, often very .monotonous, but with three children to support and educate she must not give up. Eventually, she succumbed to the dread disease which for weary years had been eating away her life. The day came when the pale, patient face was ab sent from the old accustomed corner, and after a few brief weeks confined to the house, they took her to the hospital; but the One who knoweth when even the spar row falleth to the ground “yon Lovely Man” who knows and loves and cares, had been sending the precious .seed week by week by a sower who went forth to sow, and al though the soil was covered with much which spoke of tradition,'superstition and idolatry, the Word found an entrance in the heart. The visitation had been kept up by one who would not let her go, and last week the old preacher Death entered. She was ready to fold up her old worn-out tent and depart to be with Christ, which is far better. The request came from the three motherless girls to conduct the serv ices. We were indeed grateful, not for the opportunity to extol the dear woman, but to point to Him who has the keys of death, our resurrection and life. Some of the boys from the car barns were there, and we do pray that the touching scene will have its lasting effect upon them and the mother less girls left to fight their way alone in this great city. Please remember our Bible woman who is following them up. And so we could go on enumerating, for wherever the living waters flow, there must be refreshment and fruitfulness. So in the morning sow thy seed, arid in the evening withhold not thine hand, for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that.
the blessings of it for over twenty-two years.” T his past month has been graciously marked with deeper, more heart-searching messages to the men from our Gospel crew who attend the shops and barns. Men have been constrained to listen who hitherto were indifferent, and we are confident that much conviction of sin is manifest and many are almost presuaded Christ to receive. Several have expressed a desire and willingness to surrender their lives for service. Our own hearts have been refreshed and encour aged, but there is urgent need tor untir ing importunity and intercession, for every inch of the ground is contested, and we need to be on our faces constantly before Him who alone is able to spoil the strong man’s palace and overcome him. You remember we told you last month how we were constrained to seek shelter from the rain in a convenient engine house when about to conduct our noon day street meeting. Well, we went fishing after the rain, for old-timers tell us that’s the very best time to let down your nets, and sure enough we caught a splendid specimen right there in the engine house. He was shown the more excellent way and gladly em braced it. Do you know this city is just filled with lonely hearts? All through the meetings his eyes were fastened on the speaker—the bonnie eyes of a Scotch lad— but' such a wistful, hungry expression in them that day. Of course, we-got close to him as soon as possible. Just a few words of greeting, a grip of the hand, and the most important question was quietly asked. O, the sad story that came flowing out from trembling lips—twelve long years of wandering, barrenness, broken vows with sore affliction, hardships and trials, but oh, now, such a tired, sick and heartsore boy! “I’ve wasted many a precious year, Now I’m coming home. I now repent with bitter tears, Lord", I’m coming home.” Mother Horton has promised to send one
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