From the “Res­cue Mis­sion” of Syr­a­cuse, New York, comes this in­ci­dent. “One of the work­ers at the Res­cue Mis­sion sat at the win­dow sew­ing. She is not a grand sing­er, in fact, scarce­ly ev­er sings in the meet­ing; but alone by her­self she sings the Gos­pel songs. She was sing­ing:

‘Oh, to have no Christ, no Saviour…
How dark this world must be!’

When she had fin­ished she heard some one call­ing, and saw two girls look­ing over a neig­hbor­ing fence. One said: ‘Won’t you please sing that again?’

“I am afraid some of us would have be­gun to make ex­cuse, and say we were not good sing­ers. But this soul sang it over again, pray­ing God to bless the song, and then went to talk with them. She re­cog­nized them as in­mates of a house of evil re­sort, and asked per­miss­ion to call on them. They would not grant this, but the next day one came to the mis­sion and threw her­self, weep­ing, in­to the arms of the sing­er, say­ing: ‘I have been so un­hap­py since I heard you sing! You re­mind me of my good mo­ther and the days when I was in­no­cent and good. I had a good home, but quar­reled with my mo­ther, ran away and got in­to a life of sin; I am tired of it, won’t you pray for me?’ They had pray­er, and the poor wan­der­ing one was led to the Sav­iour. She said: ‘I’ll ne­ver go back to that place again. I’m go­ing to the poor-mas­ter and ask him to send me home.’

“The work­er fur­nished the mo­ney to pay her fare to her home in a neigh­bor­ing ci­ty, and she went away re­joic­ing. This was some time ago. One even­ing the girl, ac­com­pa­nied by her fa­ther, paid a vi­sit to the mis­sion. She was hap­py in Christ, and had led ele­ven souls to him, her fa­ther and mo­ther be­ing among the num­ber. Her fa­ther was full of praise and thanks­giv­ing to God for what he had done for his err­ing child, and tears ran down his cheeks as he thanked the sing­er for the song, and for the help she had been to his daugh­ter. Her de­sire is to work among the fall­en ones from among whom she was res­cued.”