"She still lives, but the doctor says she cannot last long," said his father in answer to his son's mute appeal.
"She is paralyzed. She will probably recognize you, but she can neither speak nor move."
Without speaking John went to his mother's bedside, and saw that this was indeed true. His mother lay as one dead. A faint spark of recognition showed in her fast dimming eyes as he approached but other signs of life there were none.
Overcome with grief, John stood motionless at the bedside.
Then in agony he turned to Him who faileth not, he fell on his knees and prayed reverently for his mother's recovery.
His father tried to lead him away, but John continued to pray.
Then suddenly in that hour of anguish the grief-stricken man found his God. Kneeling at his son's side, he implored mercy from Him whom hitherto he had denied.
All at once Mrs. Davis spoke, "My son."
The doctor hastened to her side.
In a moment he turned to Mr. Davis and said, "She is better, she will live."