and said,--

"Why, Colonel, you look better."

"I am better, Doctor. I am going to get well. My father has told me
how to become a Christian, and I am very happy. I believe I shall
recover, for God has heard my prayer. Doctor, I want you should become
a Christian, too. My father can tell you how to get hold of it."

In the evening three surgeons were in consultation, but saw no hope in
the case, and one of them took his final leave of the colonel.

Next morning the two surgeons, who had been in constant attendance,
came in and began as usual to dress the wound.

On opening the bandage, they suddenly drew back, and throwing up their
arms, exclaimed,--

"Great God, this is a miracle! The gangrene is arrested, and the
colonel will live! God has heard your prayers!"

"Why, Doctor," replied the colonel, "I told you yesterday, that I
believed I should get well, for I asked Jesus that I might live to do
some good. I knew he heard my prayer, and now you see he has. Bless
the Lord with me, Doctor."

Meanwhile, "_Our son must die_," had gone over the wires, and made
sadness at home. Next day, "_Our son will live, and is happy in
Christ_," followed, and joy came again to the loved ones.