She asked the conductor: "Mister, may I lie here until we get to heaven?"

"Yes, dear, yes," he answered.

"Will you wake me up then so that I may see my ma and your little girl
and Jesus?" she asked, "for I do so much want to see them all."

The answer came in broken accents but in words very tenderly spoken "Yes,
dear angel, yes. God bless you." "Amen!" was sobbed by more than a score
of voices.

Turning her eyes again upon the conductor, she interrogated him again,
"What shall I tell your little girl when I see her? Shall I tell her
that I saw her pa on Jesus' railroad? Shall I?"

This brought a fresh flood of tears from all present, and the conductor
knelt by her side, and, embracing her wept the reply he could not utter.
At this juncture the brakeman called out: "H----." The conductor arose
and requested him to attend to his (the conductor's) duty at the station,
for he was engaged. That was a precious place. I thank God that I was a
witness to this scene, but I was sorry that at this point I was obliged
to leave the train.

We learn from this incident that out of the mouths of even babes God
hath ordained strength, and that we ought to be willing to represent the
cause of our blessed Jesus even in a railroad coach.

_The Sequel_