# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1909_S21
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The Lutheran Pioneer.

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The gypsy girl also came to see the picture, and
Sternberg, happening to be there, found her weep-
ing before it.

“O master,” she cried, “He died for you, L know,
but, oh, I wish He had died for me, a poor gypsy
girl, too.”

Ah, he then knew something about the love of
Jesus, and out of a full heart and with deep in-
terest in that dying Savior he told her-as he could
not have done before, the story of Tis sufferings
and death in our stead.

Some time after, a stranger came to him with a
message from a gypsy who was dying, and would
the master come to her, as she would very much like
to see him?

Ie went, following the guide to the forest, and
there, in a poor hut, no longer in her dark beauty,
but pale and wan, lay his gypsy friend. Her eyes
were closed, but when she heard his voiee she
opened them, and, with a smile, she slowly said,
“( master, | know now He died for me, and T am
going to live with Him.” ‘Then she passed away.
She had gone a poor gypsy girl, to be with Jesus.

We do not need Sternberg’s picture of the Cru-
cifixion. ‘The simple Bible story of Christ’s suf-
ferings and death for us, which is brought to us
especially in the season of Lent, is enough to melt
our hearts. Let each one be sure that he can say of
the Lord Jesus: “He loved me and gave Himself
for me, and now I love Him who died for me.”

And as there are many who, like the gypsy girl,
know not the Savior who died for them, let us help
to bring them to the saving knowledge of Jesus and
His loye.

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A Remarkable Rescue.

It was in the year 1907, on a Wédnesday, the
24th of April, at ten o'clock in the morning, on the
very day that I moved from Dry Creek to Sam’s
Valley, Oreg. My son at that time was living ten
miles distant on a rented farm and had been help-
ing me to move. It happened that my little grand-
son, Henry Monterey Limonn, three years and ten
months old, who was on the farm of Mr. R. Sheldon,
on the Rogtie River, in Jackson Co., Oreg., fell into
a well that was twenty-two feet deep. The water
was six feet deep in the well and sixteen feet down
from the surface. His drowning, therefore, would
seem inevitable; but through the kind providence
of God Almighty he was saved at the hands of his
mother.

The mother at the time was at home alone with
her two little children, aged two and four years,
respectively. The well near the house was protected
with boards, but they were weaker and more decayed
than they were supposed to be. ‘The boys, playing
as children do, must have trusted too much to the
boards. ‘The boards broke and one of the little
fellows fell into the well.

Startled by his cries, the mother ran to the well,
and to her horror found that her little boy had
fallen in. No neighbor was within a half mile of
the house. The only means of rescue was the well-
rope, and this the mother hastily lowered to the
fully-conscious little lad clinging to the stones at
the surface of the water. He grasped the rope with
both hands, and his mother drew him out safely
under the protection of the Almighty. When he
had been fully drawn up, he lost consciousness and
fell to the ground; but we were doubly thankful
to find that he had received but a few scratches and
was soaked only up to the waist. He soon regained
consciousness, and he is sound and well, saved by
Hlim of whom it is written: “He shall give His
angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways.
They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou
dash thy foot against a stone,” Ps. 91, 11. 12.

(Written by 11. Holst, the grandfather,
January 24, 1909.)

What a Song Did.

A Scottish youth learned from a pious mother
to sing the old psalms that were then as household
words to them in the church and by the fireside.
When he had grown up, he wandered away from
his native country, was taken captive by the Turks,
and made a slave in one of the Barbary states. But
he never forgot the songs of Zion, although he sang
them in a strange land and to heathen ears.

One night he was solacing himself in this man-
ner, when the attention of some sailors on board
of an English man-of-war was directed to the
familiar tune of “Old Hundred,” as it came float-
ing over the waves. At once they surmised the
truth, that one of their countrymen was languishing
away his life as a captive. Quickly arming them-
selves, they manned a boat and lost no time in
effecting his release. What a joy to him after
eighteen long years passed in slavery! And is it
strange that he ever afterward cherished the glo-
rious tune of “Old Hundred”?