I was going to Dowlais to hold a mission. Before I reached that town a woman went to Mr. Clarke, the minister, and said: “I’m going to commit suicide; for if I don’t, my husband will be hanged for killing me. He came home drunk again, and I had to fly for my life. I don’t know where the children are; they tore out of the house, and now he’s smashing everything up.” “Well,” said Mr. Clarke, “I’ll come home with you and talk to him, and you just try to be patient a little longer. Mrs. Baeyertz is going to commence a mission here on Sunday, and she and I will pray for you and your husband. “The dear woman was converted the first night, and after that her husband came nightly; but never stayed for the after-meeting. We both held on to God in earnest, believing prayer. One night, towards the end of the mission, the man woke his wife, and asked her to come with him to Mr. Clarke. He was in such agony about his soul, he told her, that he could not wait till the morning. “Why, what time is it?” said the wife. “It’s one o’clock! We can’t go and wake Mr. Clarke up at this hour.” “Oh, do come! I’m in hell!” he replied. Mr. Clarke was awakened out of his first sleep by a loud knocking at the front door and pebbles thrown up at his window. He opened the window and called out, “Who’s there?” “It’s I, Mr. E―. I want to be saved.” Mr. Clarke quickly dressed himself and let them in, and at three o’clock in the morning the man went back with his wife, rejoicing in sins forgiven. The people in Dowlais said that it was a twentieth century miracle. Some months later I went to Merthyr Tydvil, quite near to Dowlais, to hold a mission, and there, in the front seat at the mission, were Mr. and Mrs. E―. He came up to me and said: “Thank God I’m a changed man. My home is a little heaven, and we all love the Lord.” His wife said, with tears, “It’s quite true.” So prayer was answered.
L. B.