# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1929_S8
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

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§ THE LUTHERAN PIONEER.

pended on their success now, and both man and
wife were silent as they prayed to God for assistance.
The room in which the sick girl lay was un-
bearably hot. Every breath of air had been shut
out, and many women, weeping and wailing, crushed
around the sufferer.
“Cease, cease, sisters,’
wife. “I will try and make her well.”

? cried the missionary’s

“Art thou

Brahman Man and Boy.

a magician, then, to talk thus?” ‘Wait and see

. after a few days, but now I beg of you, begone!”

After much difficulty she persuaded the women
to leave and then, to the mother’s surprise and in-
dignation, opened all the doors and windows and
freshened the poor sufferer’s burning face with cool
water. How the poor thing drank the water she
put to her lips! The priest doctor had said if they
gave the patient water in fever, the devil would
enter her.

All night the missionary’s wife watched at the

sick-bed. ‘Tireless she sat, watching the sufferer,
and once when it seemed the soul of the girl must
leave her body, she fell on her knees and cried
aloud, “Father, Father, spare this child of Thine;
spare her for Thy glory, Lord!” It was after this
prayer that the girl opened her eyes. “I like to see
you here; but to whom are you talking and about
what child ?”

“Little sister, I have a Father in heaven, who
loves you very dearly.” “Loves me? But I don’t
know Him.” “No, but He loves, He knows, He
cares for all. Now sleep, and later I will tell you
more.” So with her little brown hand, with its
henna-stained palm, trustingly held in her new
friend’s, with a deep sigh the girl went back
to sleep.

In the yard outside sat the missionary and the
pundit.’ “But, sahib, why did you save us at the
risk of your own life, and why is your wife spend-
ing herself in looking after my beli?” “Christ, my
Brother, died on the cross to save us all. He put it
into our hearts to show to those who know not the
path of salvation.”

When morning dawned, the missionary’s wife
came out with a weary face, but her eyes were
shining. “She will live,” she told her husband.
“Our trouble was not in vain.”

With the sun came back the crowd of women;
slowly they came, certain they would see the girl
dead. What, then, was their amazement when they
saw her lying happily there, playing with the
lady’s bag. :

“Who did this miracle?” “God did,” replied
the missionary’s wife. “Who is this God?” The
little lady’s moment had come, and forgetting her
weariness and her aching head, she rose and told
them The old, old story
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.

B. L.

How Much Shall I Give This Year
to Missions?
A Little Argument with Myself.

1. If I refuse to give anything to missions this
year, I practically cast a ballot in favor of the recall

_ of every missionary both in the home and foreign

fields.

2. If I giwe less than heretofore, I favor a reduc-
tion of the missionary forces proportionate to my
reduced contribution.

3. If I give the same as formerly, I favor hold-