"'Never!' she answered hoarsely. 'I hate the very sight of you. Go, I say, or I'll have you sent!'
"I turned and fairly staggered down the old familiar path to the gate.
"There I turned, but she stood angry and unrelenting.
"So this was my home-coming! I hardly know how I made my way back to mission headquarters. When I reached there, for a time, I was completely overcome by this heart-rending experience.
"But the prayers of the Saints, lifted me out of myself, and I fulfilled my mission, with some happy results.
"When I reached home in Utah, I told my wife about my sad home in Norway.
"'Mon,' she said with her eyes glowing with faith, 'We will pray every night that the Lord will save your sister for the Gospel.'
"So every night at family prayers, my sister and her family were remembered.
"Years passed. My eldest boy, Mon, was twenty years old. The Church called him on a mission to Norway.
"'Father,' he said to me, earnestly, 'I'll pray God to let me bring your sister back to America.'