When about eighteen years old my mind was very much wrought up over the subject of dancing, and being a member of the church, I wondered as to its propriety or impropriety. I finally concluded that I would go to the Lord with the matter and for months I made it a subject of secret prayer. At times I prayed very earnestly; and at times I would feel discouraged at not receiving the light I wished for; but I made up my mind that, according to the promise made by the Apostle James, I had a right to know for myself, and so I prayed the more earnestly.

On Sunday evening I came home from meeting, did my chores (we were on a farm), and in time retired; bur before going to sleep I again very earnestly laid the matter before the Lord, asking for wisdom and light. Some time during the night, whether I was asleep or awake I never knew, my room seemed as light as midday and I heard my father's voice, saying, "There is a man coming into your room to see you." I answered, "All right, tell him to come."

I listened and heard his footsteps as he climbed the stairs. I saw him as he came into the room. I was attracted by his countenance and the pleasing expression of his face. To see him was to know him, as he walked towards me. He spoke, and called me by name, saying, "I have something here I wish to show you."

I raised my head upon my elbow, as he held an open book with the inside toward me, and I read these words: "Stand fast in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made you free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage." I then turned my eyes to him and smiling said: "Why, that is the New Testament." He said, "Yes, that is what it is." I then turned my eyes towards the wall, then towards him again, but he was gone, and the room was dark as midnight.

I was at once awake, but he strangeness of the experience had made a deep impression on my mind. I thought to myself: Human beings do not vanish out of sight like that, and it all seemed so real that for a time I could not realize but that he was still in the room. I thought of the time when Jesus met his apostles, and when they knew him he vanished out of their sight; and the more I considered, the more confident I became that this was a messenger sent there for some purpose; but, what was the purpose? It seemed to me that it was important, but my late experience had gone from my mind. I became nervous, and finally laid the matter before the Lord to know its meaning. Then the Spirit rested upon me, and I was made to know that my prayers had been answered.

It made an impression on my mind that I have never forgotten; for in my mind's eye I can see him now as well as then. The question of dancing was settled. I thought no more of it for several months, when by chance I passed a hall where a dance was being conducted, and I stepped in the doorway and stood for a few seconds. The above experience passed vividly through my mind. I glanced at their movements, but every shadow of a desire I had to join them was gone. I turned and walked away. This was the end of my experience with the dance. (Concluding remarks omitted.—A.K.) —Autumn Leaves, October, 1905 Davis City, Iowa.