I sat one day at my desk in my office in Minneapolis, and a hard-faced woman came in and asked me brusquely, “Have you any missionaries that you send to talk to dying people?” “Yes,” I replied. “Well,” she said, “there is a woman dying around at— Street. I wish you would send a missionary around there.” Soon after she had gone, two lady missionaries came in. I said to them, “A woman was just in here to have someone go around and talk to a dying woman. I judge from the woman’s face and the locality where she lives, that the woman who is dying is an outcast. You and Selma hurry around and speak to her.” The two missionaries were gone a long time and came back with radiant faces. They told me how the woman who was dying from an awful and incurable disease, whom the doctor had given up entirely, was rejoicing in her newfound Saviour. The two missionaries called again and were led to pray for the woman, who was now clearly converted, that she should also be raised up from the bed of sickness and healed. When they told me that they had offered this prayer, I was not at all clear that they had done wisely, for there was no human possibility of a cure, but God did hear the prayer and raised the woman up. She became an earnest active member of my church. The last I knew, which was several years after her restoration, she was still leading an earnest Christian life.