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tender message of the love of Jesus. While she sang he died. The Divine Love that had kept pace with him every step of the way had opened the gates of pearl to his tortured spirit. Is it any wonder that the singer loves that hymn above all others? m m HERE WE ARE AGAIN FOR CHRISTMAS! What kind of presents will you make? You will make some dollar presents, won’t you? Let us give you a few helpful sugges tions. Of course, a fairly good box of candy can be bought for a dollar, or, say, a couple of handkerchiefs,—but we are thinking of something that will have a good taste for twelve months in the year, ajid will carry with it a great big Christnias blessing, so that the recipi ents will be blessing you whenever they take the gift in their hands! Now, of course, you know by this time what we mean. It is The King’s Business, a subscription to which for one year will cost you only One Dollar. It ought to be Two Dollars. Worse magazines than The King’s Business cost $2.00, and there are none better, are there? See back cover. THAT’S SETTLED! All the family’s wondering What Santa Claus will carry. Sister Mary wants a ring; It’s roller skates for Harry. Mother hopes she’ll get a coat. Josephine wants dresses. Bill believes he’d like a goat— So everybody guesses. Everyone, that is, but Dad, Always on his mettle—• He’ll get just what he’s always had, And that’s the bills to settle! —Justin Nutt.
ing message of that simple little hymn, ■while the men sat as if spellbound. A few weeks passed, and the singer went to France. One night in a large Y. M. C. A. hut ip a base town not far from the lines she was singing to troops who were un der orders to leave for the front. Look ing through the notes placed on the piano* she was startled to find again in the same handwriting, “Will you please sing Does Jesus Care?” She speedily complied with the request. “This is the third time I have had this request from the same soldier,” she said to her audience after she had sung. “May I have the privilege of speaking to him after the concert?” W*hen the concert was over, a young soldier came to her and explained that years ago that hymn had been blessed to him in one of Dr. Torrey’s missions, and he thanked her for singing it so readily. They both realized the strange ness of their meeting so repeatedly and felt that a Divine Providence was em phasizing the meaning of the hymn. Some months afterwards the lady visited a big hospital.- In ward after ward she sang to the sick and wounded. Then she was asked if she would sing in the isolation ward, where only the hopeless and most extreme cases were kept. The singer declares that she will never forget the sad sights of that ward. One man, she was told, had been very anxious to speak to her ever since he heard that she was coming. They drew aside the curtains of a bed where the man lay in semidarkness. He was very ill, hardly likely to live more than an hour or so. In a faint whisper he said to the singer: “Will you—please sing Does—Jesus —Care?” Looking closer, she saw that it was her friend of the previous meetings— now lying at death’s very door. Con- . trolling her emotion, she went to the piano and softly and sweetly sang the
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