at deal
of her, and we owe much to her," and he left them together.

"I asked to see you," said Nellie, "because I want your advice and
help. They need to have more nurses here than one, and no one will come
while I am here."

The Superintendent gazed at her, trying to make her out. She tried to
proceed with her tale but failed, and, abandoning all reserve, told him
with many tears the story of her sin and shame.

"And now," she said, "for the sake of the hospital and the doctor I
must go away, and I want to find a place where I can begin again."

As the Superintendent heard her story his eyes began to glisten under
his shaggy brows.

"My dear child," he said at length, "you have had a hard life, but the
Saviour has been good to you. Come with me, and I will see what can be
done. When can you come?"

"When the doctor says," she replied.

"Very well," said the Superintendent, "I shall arrange it with him,"
and that was the beginning of a new life for poor Nellie.

The last meeting of the Superintendent's visit was at Loon Lake, after
the Sunday evening service. The big room was crowded with people
gathered from the country far and near, from the Fort to the Pass, to
hear the great man. And he was worth while hearing that day. His
imagination kindled by his recent sight of the terrible struggle that
men were making toward cleanness, and toward heaven and God, and the
vision he had had through the eyes of his missionary of the regions
beyond, caused his speech to glow and burn.

For an hour and more they listened with hearts attent, while he spoke
to them of their West, its resources, its possibilities, and laid upon
them their responsibility as those who were determining its future for
the multitudes that were to follow. His appeal for men and women to
give themselves to the service of God and of their country, left them
thrilling with visions, hopes and longings.

In the meeting that always followed the evening service, the people
kept crowding about him, refusing to disperse. Then the Superintendent
began again.

"Your minister has been telling me much about the men in the mountains.
He seems to have these men upon his heart."

"Sure," said Ike. "He's a regular prospector, he is."

"So I have heard, so I have heard," said the Superintendent, smiling,
"and so I should judge from what I have seen. Now, what are you going
to do about it?"

They all grew quiet.

"You know about these men, no one else doe