I have sometimes though it was my duty to relate the following, which came under my observation about two years ago. The question has been raised, "What is to be done by the isolated ones in sickness when no elders can b reached to have them administer to them?" The following is to some extent a case in point. While there were elders near enough to be sent for in this case, the extreme opposition of the woman's husband made it so impossible for the elders to attend that she might as well have been in New York and the elders in China.

The woman in the case is a relative of the writer. Prior to her marriage she was a diligent Sunday-school worker in one of the sectarian churches. She is and always was a kind and reasonable girl, trying to do the best she knew. I had brought the news of the restored gospel to her, but not till after her marriage. I told her she could get an evidence of the truthfulness of the gospel if she would ask in faith; she did so, but as she afterward admitted, she asked with many misgivings, and much to her surprise she received the evidence. But as she said to me afterward, if she had thought of it being true she would not have asked, as it would be impossible for her to live with her husband and unite with the church.

It might be said this was a poor management, but bear in mind she was only about twenty-five years old. If she had been older she might have done otherwise. But she had received the evidence just the same. After a time sickness came and while all was done that medical skill could do, we could see she was, as we thought, nearing the icy river. I prayed for her earnestly from the beginning, but apparently all to no purpose; day after day and night after night we could see her sinking, till at last all hope of her recovery was gone.

One night (and it was surely a dark night) the message came to me that if I wished to see her before she passed away to come not later than midnight, that she could not live till morning. I started, still praying for her as I went.

As I neared the house I raised my eyes to look in the direction of the house and there appeared a soft mellow light shining on the end of the house next to me. As I walked along I saw the light was nothing earthly. Gradually the end of the house seemed to open and two bright-robed beings went to her bed and laid their hands on her head and one of them began to offer prayer in her behalf.

To speak of it reminds me of what Sir Walter Scott said of the assembling of the troops, " 'Twas worth ten years of peaceful life, one glance at their array." And even so did it seem to me to listen to that matchless petition; such language, such eloquence

—no human or rather mortal lips could hope to utter.

I entered the house in perfect calmness, knowing she would be healed. But I said nothing about what I had witnessed, nor did I ever intend to mention it to anyone; but when morning came at last and she was still alive some one remarked to her, "Why, Lena, you are so much better this morning; that new doctor is all right, ain't he?"

She replied, "Yes, I suppose he is all right, but I was where no medical skill could reach me. It is not the doctor that has pulled me through; it was the power of God in answer to prayer."

She says she did not know of the administration, but just knew it was in answer to prayer. I am truly glad to be able to say the husband is not now opposed to the work, and if in the future anyone under his roof desires to be administered to I do not think there will be any objection raised. —Autumn Leaves, September, 1908, Webb City, MO