She went home and sat down that evening alone, in the dining-room, depressed.  The enfeebled family—­the aged crippled mother, the sick sister and her own young son—­had retired.  As she thought the subject through, she became convinced that it was not good to spend time and money in the way proposed.  Instantly the words THE SAVIOUR filled her soul with indescribable hope, and as she thought of His miracles, and how the same Jesus, on earth, healed paralyzed ones, the hope grew that He would heal her.

With the well hand she stretched out her paralyzed hand on the table and said:  “Dear Lord, will you heal me?” Like an electric shock the life began to move in her arm, and the continued sensation was as though something that, previously, had not moved was set in motion.  The feeling passed up to the head, and down the body to the foot. She was healed! and she was grateful! She did not speak of her experience to the family, but retired.  She rose early the next morning, and awoke her son,—­a prayerful, dutiful young man,—­and said to him, “I’m going to church, to-day.”  He replied, “Then I’ll get up and go with you,” expecting that she must ride.

Her soul was solemnly full that day of the felt presence of the Holy Spirit, and she did not like to talk.  Her son watched her movements, astonished.

She went to the church, took a class again in Sunday School, and; in going back and forth to church that day and evening, walked about sixty blocks without weariness.

We are not permitted, here, to draw aside the curtain, to dwell upon the surprises and the grateful joy of that ever-to-be-remembered, sacred day.

A few days after this healing, she, with a consciousness that she was running a risk, lifted a heavy weight, and a numbness returned.  She confessed the sin to the Lord, and asked Him that, when she had been sufficiently chastened, He would take the trouble away.  Gradually, within two days, it disappeared, and has never returned.

At the time when Mrs. Furlong was healed, in answer to prayer, Miss.  Jordan’s case was considered hopeless.  Her lungs had been diseased since 1876.  In November, 1879, her physician had decided that tubercles had formed in the left lung, and that the right lung was much congested and hardened.

In 1882 she had many hemorrhages, and gradually grew worse, so that she could not use her left arm or shoulder without producing hemorrhage.

Mrs. Furlong, soon after her own healing, received a comforting assurance from the Lord that her sister would be healed; but Miss Jordan, herself, had not that assurance.  At this time she took little or no medicines, the physicians and the family having no confidence in their curative effect; but, on the 1st of January, 1884, she had so many chills and hemorrhages, that they sent for the family physician to aid in checking, if possible, the severe attack.

During this apparently rapid descent deathward, Mrs. Furlong continued to repeat to the family and to the physicians that the Lord would heal her sister.