While practicing in my professional line, as a trained nurse, in Toledo, Ohio, about 1912, I was stricken with typhoid fever.

There were but a few Saints in the city at that time, unorganized, and there was no elder that could administer to me.

I was running a high fever, after a week or over of prostration, and I longed for administration. It seemed that the Lord took pity on my isolation, for about one o'clock in the morning I was blessed with the following experience:

As I lay there burning with a terrible fever, accompanied with a severe headache, I mustered energy enough to pray. Presently my attention was attracted by a light in the corner of my room. I looked and there stood our old preacher, Elder George Green, of Appledore, Ontario, then deceased, who had known me from childhood. He extended his hands toward me, smiled, and said: "You poor child, the Lord God know your suffering and he will care for you."

He disappeared: I went to sleep, and in the morning my temperature was normal and I was soon on my feet again.