They brought Janet and laid her down on the bed by Mary and then Mary laid her hand over on the baby’s face and caressing it softly said: 

“Sweet little one, I love you.  You are a part of me.  Shall I leave you in this cold world with no mama to see after you?  Poor child, what will you do?  But Jesus will help you if He takes me away from you.  O Jesus, bless Janet, bless Papa, bless Kate, bless everybody.”

Mary lay there so quiet again.  Tears were flowing from the eyes of everyone in the room.  Robert could hardly restrain himself.  He was broken-hearted.  Kate Newby burst out in a cry of sorrow and sympathy.  Then Mary, after a few moments, opened her eyes and said:  “I have just been hearing the most wonderful music.  Did you hear it, Robert?  It must have been the angels, for they all had long white robes.  Oh, it was so pretty and lovely.”  Then she sank away again.  Everyone thought that she would soon be gone, but as night wore on she still breathed and was no worse in the morning.  The month before this sickness Robert had hunted up one of the old religious papers which had then ceased coming, and had sent in his subscription.  Two or three copies had already come.  As Mary continued very low he had had time to read.  One day his eyes were attracted to the testimony of a woman who had been healed.  He also found a short article on healing in which it was stated that any of the ministers of the church of God would be glad to pray for any sick person.  It was evident that Mary was beyond the power of medicine to heal.  Dr. Horton had given her up and no more medicine was being given her.

“I wonder if any of the church of God ministers are near Bethany,” said Robert to himself.  His eyes began to run over the pages in search of a minister close enough to send for.  Then he saw a meeting announced for Sayersville, October 1-10.  Sayersville was only fifty miles north of Bethany.  The minister in charge was D.W.  Monteith.

That same hour a telegram was sent as follows: 

  “D.W.  Monteith,
  Sayersville, Mo.

  “Come at once Pray for my wife Very sick

  “Robert Davis,
  Bethany, Mo.”

Robert was at the station at seven o’clock the next morning to meet the minister.  He wondered just what kind of a man a church of God minister would be.  When they met he found a plain, neat-looking man with a kind, strong face, ready to go to the bedside of his wife.

“Be of good cheer, Brother Davis,” said the minister, “the Lord has great power.  He can raise up your wife.  Up at Sayersville last week a man was thrown from a train and seriously hurt, but the Lord healed him.  Have faith in God.”

Robert Davis thought he had never heard words so encouraging as those, nor had he seen a man who entered so heartily into his burdens.  Here was a man from whom he felt the warm, free flow of Christian fellowship.

When they drove up to the house Mary was awake.