"Why? Why do you wish to know?"
After a prolonged silence I once more was about to depart, but she called again:
"I'll have to say it."
"Say what, Lucy?"
"Say this: you act like a Christian."
Oh! praise God, praise God! the ice was broken, and my pent-up soul gave vent to a copious flow of refreshing tears, as I bowed in gratitude at that prison bunk, beside that wandering sick girl, and poured out my heart in earnest prayer for the dear Father to guide her into all truth, and to make me ever-wise in my administrations to the needs of herself and others. Then, kissing her on the brow, I left her.
[Illustration: SHEET MUSIC
WAS IT YOU?
Words and Music by Mrs. FLORENCE ROBERTS.
Some one spoke to me of Je—sus, Said he'd come to call on me,
Some one told me how he suf-fered, Said, "For you and me he died."
Some one gave the in—vi—ta—tion, And we bowed in humble prayer;
Lov—ing Sav-ior, how I thank thee Some one came to me that day-Oh,
I know that man-y oth—ers Would be glad if "some one" came.