"'She then told me with tears in her eyes, how she had treated her brother.
"'Will you write to your folks," she asked humbly, "and ask them to try to find him? I must ask his forgiveness, before I think of being baptized."
"'So dear father, write to her as soon as you can to console her broken heart and give her hope.'
"I'll never forget that letter and the joy we all felt.
"I was blest with wealth and a happy home, and my good wife said: 'Mon, your sister must come to Zion! She and her daughters shall be happy near her brother.'
"So I wrote, and enclosed money for my sister and her children to come to Zion.
"My son baptized them, and then they came to Zion. O, what a joyful re-union was ours! My dear sister you all knew, humble and sweet to her death. The two daughters have happy homes, not far from here, and are bringing up their children in the faith! How great and good the Lord is!"
As brother Madson stopped speaking, everyone sat thoughtfully silent.
"And the Warden?" asked Betty in subdued excitement.
"Is right here," said Brother Jacobson, smiling. "I'm the Warden, and thank God for being able to spend my last days near the jailor!"