lost.  Night came on, and with it the cold of November and the dreaded wolves.  With a strange calmness she continued on her uncertain way.  The next day, Sunday, at 10 A.M., she reached, in her wanderings, the house of John Beebe, near a place called Evans, having traveled constantly eighteen hours, and a distance of not less than twenty-five miles. All night the wolves growled around her, but harmed her not; neither was she in the least frightened by them.  All know that in ordinary cases fierce packs of blood-thirsty wolves would devour a man, and even a horse.  But this little one was invincible in her trusting, simple faith.  The narrative states:  “She said that the wolves kept close to her heels and snapped at her feet; but her mother told her that if she was good the Lord would always take care of her; so she asked the Lord to take care of her, and she knew the wolves would not hurt her, because God wouldn’t let them!” The child was hunted for by a great number of people, and being found was restored shortly to her parents in perfect health and soundness.

JESUS CURED ME.

In the family of a missionary pastor in Kansas, was a daughter of twelve years of age, seriously afflicted with chronic rheumatism.  For three years she suffered, until the leg was shrunken, stiff at the knee, shorter by some two inches than, the other, and the hip joint was being gradually drawn from its socket.  The child read of Mrs. Miller’s cure by prayer, originally published in The Advance, and wondered why she could not also be cured by the same means.  She repeated to her mother some of the promised answers to prayer, and asked:  “Don’t Jesus mean what he says, and isn’t it just as true now as then?” The mother endeavored to divert her attention by representing the affliction as a blessing.  The physician also called and left another prescription, and encouraged the child to hope for benefit from it.  The child could not, however, be diverted from the thought that Jesus could and would heal her.  After the doctor’s departure she said:  “Mamma, I cannot have that plaster put on."

“Why, dear.”

“Because, mother, Jesus is going to cure me, and he must have all the glory.  Dr. ——­ doesn’t believe in God; if we put the plaster on, he will say it was that which helped me; and it must be all Jesus.”  So earnest was she, that her mother at length placed the package, just as she had received it, on a shelf, and said no more about it.

The little girl and her mother were alone that day, the father being absent from home.  When the household duties were done she called her mother to her.