at Dr. and Mrs. C. W. Gordon's home the Sunday I was
to speak in Winnipeg, I was advertised to speak that night in Dr.
Gordon's church. At the supper table I asked Dr. Gordon if he would be
ready to speak should I fail. Just before my time came to speak I
slipped up on to the platform behind Dr. Gordon, who was praying; and
oh, how I cried to the Lord for help and courage! For the church was
packed, and even the Sunday-school room partitions were opened to
accommodate the crowd. My throat was as if in a vise, and I felt weak
and ill. But, as Dr. Gordon introduced me, I stepped forward possessed
by a feeling of wonderful calm and absolute confidence. It seemed I
could just _feel_ One like unto the Son of man beside me, and never had
I felt so completely and only a channel. For more than an hour I spoke
so that every one heard distinctly; but when I sat down my throat
tightened as before. Dr. Gordon told me later that he had a man sit in
the most difficult place in which to hear, and that he had heard every
word.

So it was till the end of my appointments. On the homeward journey I
asked the Lord either to heal my throat, or to provide a way for me to
get a needed rest from speaking, for I had many appointments awaiting me
in Ontario. A few days after reaching home four of my children were
taken down with measles. During the weeks I was in quarantine with them
my throat received the rest it needed, and became quite restored.

* * * * *

One day the following early summer, in looking over the children's
clothes, I found there was so much to be done I was fairly overwhelmed.
I saw it was quite impossible to do the necessary sewing and keep my
appointments too. The question that weighed heavily was, "Should I
cancel the meetings for which I had given my word?" My husband urged me
to buy ready-made clothes, but I knew how expensive they would be, and
could not bring myself to do so. I went alone and laid my burden before
the Lord, praying that, if he wanted me to speak further for China, he
would show his will by sending me some gift that would enable me to get
ready-made clothes for the children.

A few days later I was speaking at a Presbyterial gathering in western
Ontario. At the close of the evening meeting an old gentleman put into
my hands some money. I asked him what he wished me to use it for, and he
replied, "For your children. Use it in a way that will help you to be
free for God'