A young lady was once under deep conviction of sin. She saw and felt her need of a Saviour. Her minister went to her and urged upon her an immediate acceptance of Christ. “No,” she said, “I cannot accept Christ tonight. I am going to a dance next week, and if I accepted Christ I could not go to that dance, but I will promise you, Mr. S—, that I will accept Christ immediately after that dance.” Her minister tried to show her the peril of the decision she was making, but she was determined to go to one more dance and then she would accept Christ. Until that dance was past no amount of persuasion moved her. The night of the dance came and she went. She caught cold at the dance and it settled down into lung fever. She began to sink rapidly, and her minister fearing that her time had come called upon her again. He recalled his former conversation and how she had promised to accept Christ after the dance, but the dying girl was hard and hopeless. “No,” she said, “Mr. S—, I cannot accept Christ now. I refused to accept Him when I was well and strong and now I am dying and I cannot accept Christ.” He tried to show her how ready Christ was to pardon even at the last moment but she could not grasp it. All his persuasions were of no avail and the poor girl died in hopeless despair. She had sold her soul for one more dance.