Redcemed by the Blood is ¥ Mics. E.3. Duff .“y = “a ai oer, ae et ht CE a ee ees Pao a ae ae ee Mn ow T F PARKER ra Ml tetr. 714% 3RD ST | MILLVILLE NJ 03332 Rescup Homa. Redeemed by the Blood BY MRS. E. S. DUFF, Matron of Hope Cottage, Cincinnati, Ohio. “Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be par- takers of the saints in light: “Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath trans- lated us into the kingdom of his dear Son: “In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins.”"—Col. 1:12-14, OFFICE OF ‘“‘GOD’S REVIVALIST,” Mount oF BLEssInes, Cincinnati, O. Copyrighted, 1905. = ' 3 oot \ ‘ 3 é i i ey a a * ein as as = in ’ 3 - , i ; > ‘ aul Sea > i $ mes - a “ So ae t ‘ ? - teas, pie “, e < wae > tx - DEDICATION. To Him who gave His life a ransom for many, and to the saints of God's Revivalist Family whom He has washed in His own precious blood and given @ spirit of prevailing prayer and a desire to lift up the fallen, ts this book humbly and lovingly dedicated. INTRODUCTION. This book has not been written for the pleasure- loving, thoughtless public, but for the purpose of warning fathers and mothers and helping them to realize the importance of training their children in the fear and admonition of the Lord: to warn the daughters and to show them the many devices wicked men in co-operation with the devil, have planned for their destruction: and to awaken sympathy for the dear girls, many of whom have not willfully chosen the life of sin, but have been deceived and betrayed into it by those whom they loved and im- plicitly trusted. Mother Duff, the authoress, has avoided all sensationalism, giving only the true burn- ing facts as experienced in the lives of some of the girls of Hope Cottage. She has told only what she believes will glorify God and prove that the tender, loving Ohrist, who forgave the Magdalene of His day and sent her away rejoicing, is still the same. We send it forth praying that it may have a wide circu- lation and find its way into the homes of many, prov- ing a blessing and benediction to everyone who shall read it. May God abundantly bless Mother Duff and her co-laborers in their work of love for Him. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. PAGE, A Rerrospect.—Early Christian Training—The Turning Point—Conversion—The Wilderness of Affliction— Baptized With the Holy Ghost and Healed—Provi- dential Guidance to God’s Bible School—The Lepers of India, or, The Moral Lepers of Cincinnati—A A Sharer in the Poverty of Christ—Rejoicing With Them That Do Rejoice, and Weeping With Them AES tre VCCI by vis tals elulaka/ elec exau\ e's piss sleivietdivisienidale e o-< isle’ 1k CHAPTER II. THE First Grrt In Hore Cottace.—The Need of a Rescue Home in Cincinnati—Thwarted Attempts to Rent Property—The Home Purchased and to be Paid for in Installments—Julia, its First Inmate—The Sor- rows of a Drunkard’s Home—Imbibed the Poison of the Sensational Novel—Sensibilities Deadened by Drink and Drugs—Unfortunate Marriage—Attempt- ed Suicide—Associates in Sin Whom a Rescue Home Might Have Saved—Shut in, but Prevailing for Souls—Nearing the Celestial City ............. meee | ak CHAPTER III. Prayine Mary—Married to a Drunkard at Fifteen—Wan- dering on the Street—Feasts at the Christmas Con- vention—Becomes a Power in the Home Through Intercession—Praying Down Money for the Debt on EMCMERUITC a crete aisha inis'w Sods oc tis De ale aerdidtal Saito stk ae wate 37 CHAPTER IV. JUBILEE Day—Communing at the Lord’s Table—‘Not by Might nor by Power’—The Burning of the Mort- gage—A Hallelujah March—Praise Service at Hope MORAL RRIEG te isda clarte o, ARR. 8 pik'nisly aiatervle lets ome pie Crom Siete sim 45 CHAPTER V. FaitH Honorep—In Trouble—The Second Offense—Can- CONTENTS. not Give Up the Children—Mother-love Triumphs— Paul, a Prisoner of Hope—God Provides for His Own—Writinge Home 3... .%. sa « wpelele'o 019 ain wiphaireinaiaiats CHAPTER VI. Station Houst Sckenes—What We Saw on a Single Visit to a Cell in the House of Detention—The Blood Was Her sOnly PEs owas ws ache’ ssece wsene ele (atere sala ene eee ae CHAPTER VII. THe First Basy In Hore CorraceE—A Helpless Little How Party—Reverses of Fortune—Keeping the Wolf From the Door—Selling Her Virtue for a Morsel of Bread—Jesus a New-found Friend—Praying for “Mudder” and Baby—How the Lord Provided for BIER ac te latermis a ela Ca Sahl ein’ b, 3's. 3a is acele Qqeudele eee Pisoe CHAPTER VIII. THE CorDS WERE CuTt—Sarah Liberated—No Mis- take—Out of Darkness Into the Light............ CHAPTER IX. Can Not BE SparED—A Little Girl Placed in a House of Sin When She Should Have Been in a Boarding School—A Promise Made by an Open Grave—Trials in a Fashionable Home—Coming Back With a Leve- offering tothe: Lord... <2. cs Fo er REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 157 her sisters loved her, and she was on her way home, praise the Lord! “And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against Heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. But the father said, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet; and bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat and be merry; for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.” AGNES. How this name, which means “chaste,” ever came to be applied to her I know not. Denied a father’s pro- tection through sin and a mother’s love through death, she was, indeed, doubly orphaned. The mother died in the hospital when Agnes was born, and the father, of course, never recognized the little one, so she was taken by some of her mother’s relatives. They died and she found a home among strangers, She was quick and amiable and when quite young could help much with the children and the house-work. They were kind to her, and as-it was all the home she had, she loved and trusted them. The husband was a professed Christian and superintendent of the village Sunday school. Agnes attended the Sunday school to help care for the other children and to be taught of God. When she had been with them for four years the man who should have been her protector proved 158 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. her seducer. Then the time came that she must leave the place that had been her home and the people who were her only friends. How sad that only friends so often prove false friends! As she planned and devised ways of escape her throbbing brain and aching heart must have appealed to the Friend of sinners, for He sent an evangelist that way. Praise the Lord, some are going out into the highways and hedges and out-of-the-way places! The evangelist circulated some copies of the Revivalist and one fell into Agnes’ hands. She was so overjoyed at this open door that she did not wait to write and ask if she might come to the Home, but made her way across the country for fifty miles to the railroad station and after travelling all day and night arrived at Hope Cottage. She was so- overcome with gratitude over the warm reception, that she sobbed like a child when we kissed her and sent her off to a comfortable bed to find the physical rest she so much needed. On the following morning the breakfast bell rang at seven o’clock, as usual. Agnes came down to the dining-room along with more than twenty other girls. All stood and sang a verse or two of some familiar hymn and Sister Payne was called upon to ask a bless- ing upon the food. The Lord poured out His Spirit upon her and she prayed until the chairs were turned into altars. Girls became more hungry for God than for food, breakfast was forgotten and for two and a half hours wave after wave of glory swept over us until REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 159 several of the girls were swept into the kingdom. At half past nine we were ready for breakfast, with the exception of some who had so recently eaten of the Bread of Life that they forgot the temporal. Agnes was among the number and now her name is no more a mis- nomer, for her heart has been cleansed in the Blood of . the Lamb. She said, “Now, Mother, you can write them of my safe arrival and that I have found not only a temporal refuge, but have anchored my soul in the Haven of Rest.” AN INCIDENT OF JUBILEE DAY. After the wonderful service of the day, Myrtle, a new girl, rather timid, and only a child in age, who had been in the Home but a few days, asked me if she might see me after supper. And what do you suppose her request was? “Mother, may I go to the altar tonight?” She was so hungry that she wanted to seek God, but she had not been with us long enough to realize that girls like her were privileged to go to the altar in the Tabernacle service. She went to the altar and was sweetly saved, by Him who has said, “Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out.” I do not remember that she lost the victory more than once while in the Home. Then a little trouble arose among the young girls (she is about sixteen), but they soon repented and asked each other’s forgive- ness; God forgave them and they went on their way rejoicing. 160 - REDEEMED BY THD BLOOD, ‘When she went out to work, I thought her scarcely strong enough, but she wanted to go and help for a few weeks in a hospital where she had once been very kindly cared for. She found the work hard, but when cross words were spoken to her by the other “help” she did not get mad, but instead asked the Lord, in a little silent prayer, to please help her. One Sunday evening she came in while we were hav- ing a little service in the chapel and blessed our souls by her bright face and testimony. In it she said that she prays with her room-mates every evening; that a short time ago she would have staid away from prayer- meeting if she thought she would be called on to pray, but now she is ready to pray anywhere, and sometimes he supernitendent of the hospital does call on her to pray in their services. She spoke of never having been perfectly free until the day we buried poor Lizzie. As she came back from the cemetery the Lord seemed to speak to her in a special way. Like Lizzie, she, too, - was a lonely little orphan; but she isn’t lonely any incre since the Comforter has come. Q MyarrTce. “tc ™ P : < +o REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 161 THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW. “Come, now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow ; though they be red, like crimson, they shall be as wool.” —Isa. 1:18. In the early part of the war, one dark Saturday morning in the dead of winter there died at the Com- mercial Hospital, Cincinnati, a young woman over whose head only two-and-twenty summers had passed. She had once been possessed of an enviable share of beauty; had been, as she herself said, “flattered and sought for the charms of her face;” but, alas! upon her fair brow had long been written that terrible word —fallen! Once the pride of respectable parents, her first wrong step was the small beginning of the “same old story over again,” which has been the only life history of thousands. Highly educated and accom- plished in manners, she might have shone in the best of society. But the evil hour that proved her ruin was but the door from childhood ; and having spent a young life in disgrace and shame, the poor friendless one died the melancholy death of a broken hearted outcast. Among her personal effects was found, in manu- script, the “Beautiful Snow.” Oh! the snow the beautiful snow. Filling the sky and earth below, Over the housetops, over the street, Over the heads of the people you meet; Dancing—Flirting—Skimming along. 162 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. Beautiful snow! It can do no wrong; Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek, Clinging to lips in frolicsome freak ; Beautiful snow from Heaven above, Pure as an angel, gentle as love! Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow, How the flakes gather and laugh as they go, Whirling about in maddening fun; It plays in. its glee with every one; Chasing—Laughing—Hurrying by. It lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye; And e’en the dogs with a bark and a bound Snap at the crystals as they eddy around; The town is alive, and its heart is aglow, To welcome the coming of beautiful snow! How wildly the crowd goes swaying along, Hailing each other with humor and song; How the gay sleighs like meteors flash by: Ringing—Swinging—Dashing they go. Over the crust of the beautiful snow; Snow so pure when it falls from the sky, To be trampled in mud by the crowd passing by To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet, Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street, Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell, Fell like the snow flakes from Heaven to hell; Fell to be trampled as filth on the street, Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat; Pleading—Cursing—Dreading to die. Selling my soul to whoever would buy; Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread, Hating the living and fearing the dead. Merciful God, have I fallen so low? And yet I was once liye the beautiful snow. Once I was fair as the beautiful snow, With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow; Ounce I was loved for innocent grace— Flattered and sought for the charms of my face! Father—Mother—Sisters—all, REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 168 God and myself I have lost by my fal; The veriest wretch that goes shivering by, Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh; Of all that is on or about me I know, There is nothing so pure as the beautiful snow. How strange it should be that this beautiful snow, Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go! How strange it should be when the night comes again. Fainting—Freezing—Dying alone. Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan, To be heard in the streets of the crazy town, Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down; To be and to die in my terrible woe, With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow. Helpless and foul as the trampled snow, Sinner, despair not! Christ stoopeth low To rescue the soul that is lost in sin, And raise it to life and enjoyment again, Groaning—Bleeding—Dying for thee, The crucified hung on the cursed tree! His accents of mercy fell soft on thine ear, “Is there mercy for me? Will He heed my weak prayer? O God! in the stream that for sinners did flow, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.” “And without shedding of blood there is no remission.” “But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.”—Hes. 9:22; 1 JoHn 1:6-7. CHAPTER XVI A New Master. “Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”—Ps. 51: 7. A few years ago death entered a little home in Ire- land, and the father and mother were taken, and the home broken up, and orphaned Lizzie was sent to the Catholic sisters in St. Louis, who got her a home where she lived for two and a half years. Then her new home was broken up by death and Lizzie was adrift on the world. She finally landed in Cincinnati minus health, hope and innocence. Homeless, penniless, friendless and sick, she was directed to the Bible School Mission, where she was told about Hope Cot- tage. When she found that she could really conie she could not be prevailed on to wait until the service closed at the mission. She seemed to be afraid that something might happen to hinder her coming. So the sister in charge turned the meeting over to someone else and brought her to Hope Cottage. Could she have had the protecting shelter of a Rescue Home when her own was first broken up by death, her career might have been different. The devil has his gilded houses of sin and when a girl gets into trouble he has his land- ladies, who open their doors and invite them in, and this is the kind of home that was opened to poor Lizzie. 164 REDEEMED BY THB BLOOD. 165 She at first seemed timid and afraid, as though she -had not been accustomed to kindness, but soon learned to trust us, and her heart overflowed with gratitude. She came to Jesus like a little child, who, too tired to play, just gives up all of its toys willingly and lets mother tuck it into bed with a “God bless you” anda good-night kiss, dropping off to sleep to dream of happy days to come. Lizzie seemed to be so tired of it all that she did not want to hold on to a single gilded toy; she only wanted the kiss of pardon, that the heavy burden of sin might be lifted off her troubled heart and she might be ready to lie down to sleep with bright anticipations of the bright, happy home that Jesus has gone to prepare. When we register the girls, we always take the ad- dress of some friend to whom we can write in case of sickness or death. Poor Lizzie said, “I have no friends. In case of death, if you could just get me buried it would be all right.” That is just the way the devil does. He robs one of everything, so they haven’t even one friend to mourn their miserable death. But Lizzie has a new Master now; she has found a friend in Jesus, who is everything to her. He has given her a good home, and has promised to-take her to live with Him some day, if she is faithful. Hallelujah! We thought that with kindness and care she would soon get stronger, and we took her case to the Lord definitely for healing, but did not seem to get the faith for her and she grew weaker every day. Sometimes 166 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. she would get up and come down to the morning prayer service when she did not feel like it, saying she wanted to hear Mother pray. Jesus had taught Lizzie how to pray, too. One evening we were standing around the supper table singing praises to God, as is our custom before thanking Him for our food and asking Him to bless everyone who contributed anything to it; espec: ially those who have denied themselves that our needs. might be supplied. While we were praying, Lizzie fainted and fell unconscious to the floor. The girls carried her in and laid her on the bed, and she was not able to get up again. Next morning she said, “Oh, Mother, wasn’t it good that I was saved last night; I might have died?” Her childlike faith and trust almost put us to shame. We took her to Christ’s Hospital in a few days, and there she met with the same kindness and gentleness she had received in the Home. The first time we went to see her she asked us to pray for the sick one beside her, saying, “She is so sick, and she asked me to pray for her, and I was so sick that I couldn’t pray.” The doctor told her that if she would just be patient and quiet he thought he could cure her. She replied, “I believe you can, for Mother prays for you every morning.” She has her little Testament on the table by her bed, and while her eyes are too weak to read much it is a great comfort to her, and when read to her she will listen with all the eagerness of a child. The last time we were there we read Maithew 8, which tells of how Jesus REDEEMED BY THD BLOOD. 167 helped everyone who came to Him in trouble. When we had finished reading we said, “Now, Lizzie, doesn’t it look like we can trust Him for everything?” She said in tears, “Yes, I tell Him about every pain and ache and just how I suffer, and ask Him if He will not just come and take me home.” When she read in the Revivalist how the Lord has saved some of the girls from sin it encouraged her heart. She says the story of her life always followed her everywhere she went, but that it never blessed anybody. We trust that God will spare her life and enable her to make its closing chapters such a blessing that the old record of sin and woe will sink into oblivion. We thank God it has done so, in so far as His record goes, for He says, “I will forgive their iniquities, and I will remember their sin no more.” Since writing the above, Lizzie has gone to be with Jesus. We visited her often as she lay in the hospital; her heart was full of praises and thanksgiving to God for His goodness to her, and was also grateful to the nurses and doctors, who were so kind. She was so afraid of causing extra trouble that she would seldom use the bell to call the nurse, but would say, “She will be in soon; she never forgets me.” At first she longed to get well, and looked forward to the time when she could come back home. It had been so long since she had had a home and friends that she fully appreciated hoth, and longed to get back and get ready for Camp- meeting. We told her that everything would be ready 168 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. if she were able to go; but when we saw that she was not going to get well, we asked her how it would be if, instead of coming back to “Hope Cottage,’ Jesus should send for her to come to that Home that He had gone to prepare for her, and her face lighted up at the thought, as she replied, “I should just love to go; I “should be glad if Jesus would take me tonight.” We went on to Camp-meeting, telling her that we should be back to see her, the Lord willing. We received a telephone message one evening saying, “Come, Lizzie is very low,’ and when we reached her bedside she said, “Mother, I couldn’t die without see- ing you. I wanted to tell you that everything is all right—that I haven’t a care; I am ready to go. Tell the girls to be good and true and never go back, but to meet me in Heaven.” We visited her several times as she lingered on the borderland, but too weak to talk, and on the night of the 28th of June she slipped away to Heaven. Her body was brought to the Home, and we told the undertaker that we wanted the simp- lest funeral possible, that we did not want any car- riages, but would go on the street car; and did not want any shroud. Loving hands went quietly through trunks and wardrobes, one contributing one article and another another until she was robed in pure white, symbolical of her blood-washed robes, washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb. Flowers were gathered from the beds in the yard and arranged by loving hands. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 169 Sister Storey held the funeral service; she had been strangely drawn to Lizzie ever since she met her one evening at the altar in the Tabernacle and she opened her heart to her just like a little child and told her a - little of her life, and that she was saved in “Hope Cot- tage” and now wanted to be sanctified wholly; she wanted a clean heart; she tarried until her soul was satisfied. At the funeral the Lord met with us and gave us a blessed little service and our hearts felt closer drawn to Him as we thought of His love and tender- ness and could almost imagine we heard Him say, “Her sins which were many are all forgiven.” Hallelujah! Her loneliness had so impressed our hearts that as we turned away from the lonely grave in the cemetery it all seemed in keeping with her life and the thought of loneliness followed her even beyond the pearly gates, as I thought of her standing alone and looking over the balustrades of Heaven waiting and watching for some one from “Hope Cottage;” but we know that there is no loneliness there. Hallelujah! Soon after she was laid away some one sent her a beautiful motto through the mail with these words, “My God shall supply all your need,” and we said, “Yes, thank God, every need has been supplied.” We hung it up on the chaptel wall, hoping that the story of the manifestation of this promise realized in Lizzie’s life might encourage some one who had been robbed of everything while serving the same hard master that Lizzie had served, to leave his service forever and 170 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. choose the good Master that she had chosen, for He says, “You cannot serve two master’s,” “Choose ye this day whom ye will serve.” Once while she lay sick in a hospital, the madam of a sporting house while visiting her girls, found Lizzie, and giving her her address told her to come to her when she got well, and she would give her a good home and good wages; unsuspectingly, Lizzie just stepped into this net spread to snare her, never dream- ing that she was entering a gilded house of sin. But we praise the Lord that one day these same doors of sin which opened to receive her, closed behind her for- ever, and she entered the door of “Hope Cottage” that she might prepare to enter the pearly gates. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. GO LEAD THEM TODAY. O pity the erring; How little we know Their moments of anguish, Their burden of woe; O think of them kindly; God’s creatures are they; To Him, their Redeemer, Go lead them to-day. From those who have wandered Why turn we aside? There’s hope for the erring, Since Jesus has died; Go lift up the fallen; God's message obey; To Him who will save them, Go lead them today. O rescue the erring From sin and despair; They need our protection, Our kindness and care; Go plead with them gently, God’s lost ones are they; Go bring them to Jesus, Go lead them to-day. —Selected. 171 CHAPTER XVIL The Cup of Sorrow. “He hath sent Me . .... to bind up the broken hearted, to give unto them beauty for ashes, and the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heavi- . ness.”—Isa. 61:1, 3. Emma staid at home with mother whom she loved 80 well, and took care of her and the home while another sister filled a position of trust in a neighboring city. When Emma was to be married her sister sent her the money to buy her wedding clothes and planned to come home to the wedding. She had always been a good quiet girl and was loved and respected, but the tempter came to her in his subtility and she proved untrue to him who loved her and expected to make her his wife. She could not face her trouble nor could she explain things without implicating others so she slip- — ped away. The money that her sister had given her to prepare for the happy wedding day was used to carry her far away and help her to turn her back on everything and everybody that she loved, and prepare for the saddest event of her life. Insted of happy anticipations of the new home and the new life that she was so soon to have entered upon with the one whom she loved, she was trying to crowd out of her mind the awful prospect 172 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 173 of lonliness, separation, shame, and suffering that open- ed up before her. She could not bear for those who loved her to witness her sorrows so before she left home she always stole away to take her cries in private. One of the children who was just beginning to talk was much with her, and began to habitually lisp, “Poor Emma cry.” After she left when the child saw anything of hers she always said, “Poor Emma cry.” Her story is one of the saddest we ever heard. She was so quiet and calm you never would have suspected her heart was breaking. She knew she had done wrong and she wanted to bear all the suffering and all the burden alone. She was one of the most difficult cases to lead to Jesus; she had no mercy on herself and expected none from others; she did not see how God could pardon one who had been so sinful. Later, when her child was perhaps six months old, she let her people know her address, and they, igno- rant of her sin, telegraphed her to come home to the funeral of one of the family, but this did not move her. She loved them dearly, but felt that her going would only increase their sorrow. We loved her; it seemed that our hearts went out to her as if she had been our very own; we, too, saw what she was suffering for her sin. When she got her eyes off of her sorrow and the sor- row she had brought to other hearts, she began to see how she had sinned against God and broken His com- mandments and that He could not help her until she repented and became more sorry for her sin against 174 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. Him than for anything else. She began to seek pardon and when she sought Him with all her heart, He was found of her. Praise the Lord! When God forgave her she began to hope for the forgiveness of those at home, so she wrote to them, making a full confession. They forgave her and her mother told her not to give little Meredith up but to bring him home. So one bright day last fall, we bade them goodbye, probably never to see them again till we meet at the coming of the Lord, when “goodbye” shall have become an obsolete word. Thank God! Emma is one of “God’s Revivalist family” and we believe her name is not only on our mailing list, but is also on the Lamb’s book of life. To Him be all the glory! ANNIE. Annie went out to work, as a nurse girl, when fifteen years old, and battled along and lived a moral life for several years. Finally she went to work in a restau- rant and began going to the theatre and other places of worldly amusement. She went down, was not strong enough to resist sin as wave after wave of temptation swept over her, and she came to the Holi- ness Camp from the Home of the Friendless on the 18th of June, 19038, with her baby a few weeks old. She was the picture of despair as she told us the pitiful story. She had been to different places to try to find a rest- ing place until she should be strong enough to go to REDEEMED BY THD BLOOD. 174 work, and everywhere, she said, the baby cried so they could not keep her, and she looked as though she were perfectly exhausted—and the baby was still crying. We tried to encourage her, and she told us that she was a Catholic, but we assured her that we never turned any- one away on account of their church relationship and that we thought we could help her. She soon became interested in her soul’s salvation, and went out to Westwood to Salvation Park Camp-meeting one day, and was gloriously saved; she never doubted it. She stayed with us about eight months, and we loved her and her little Raymond very much. She was very conscientious, and if the least thing went wrong during the day, she would fix it up before she prayed. She was living in the 23rd and 24th verses of the 5th chap- ter of Matthew, and then when she did pray, the Lord would bless her abundantly. She also lived in the 14th verse of the 6th chapter, and the Lord forgave her; she kept prayed up. She had found her new life so sweet that she was afraid to go out of the Home for fear she might backslide, and we did not urge her; but one day she made up her mind that she would try it, and she got along beautifully and was a great blessing in the home, helping with the work and at the family altar and with the children. When she got them ready for school, she would take them away and pray with them, asking the Lord to help them to be good. She let her life shine so before others in the home life, that a neighbor wrote us asking if we could send her a girl, 176 REDEEMED BY THD BLOOD. that she had a daughter who was unsayed and she thought if she could get a girl like Annie she might be the means of her salvation. Then her father, who lived in the country, wanted her to come home. He had never been willing for her to come before. He was old, and was not saved and very poor, and Annie said she knew it would be a hard place to stand; that she would have to suffer privations and hardships and self-denial, but she thought it might be the means of getting her father saved. She said that perhaps the Lord was giving her that opportu- nity to help him, and she would make the best of it. She had to work out in the field and suffer many things, but she did it all for Jesus. She was open and above board with everything; she could not bear deception or covering up things, and one of the young men of the neighborhood called on her quite often. She was afraid it did not look just right under the circum- stances, and decided to call on his mother about it. She told her the circumstances under which she had come home, but that the Lord had forgiven her, and the mother said she thought it was all right, as her son was a Christian himself. Then Annie said, “I beg par- don; he told me a positive falsehood, and I do not know how anybody could do that and be a Christian.” _ We had letters from her recently, reporting perfect victory through the blood, and saying that she feels her work is about done there and she hopes soon to be REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 177 able to come to Cincinnati and take a place to work where she can attend the meetings at the Tabernacle. A girl came to us yesterday, and after staying one day and night, she said with tears running down her cheeks, she thought she ought to go elsewhere, as she was a Catholic. The poor child had nowhere else to go, but felt that she might be a disturbing element in our happy home, and we told her that we should be glad to have her stay with us; that we all had to come to God through the atoning merits of the same blessed Savior, whether Catholic or Protestant, and that unless we repented we should all likewise perish. We thought of that other Catholic girl who came to us two years ago and was blessedly saved anc had stood true under such trying circumstances, and we trust we shall be able to lead this one to the same precious. Savior who said He came to heal the broken-hearted and set the captive free. “THE OIL OF JOY FOR MOURNING.” Josie, like Nettie and others, came to Cincinnati to get away from home and hide her shame, A deaconess found her at the depot and brought her to Hope Cot- tage. She had cried until she could cry no longer. Her parents had warned her against the young man, but Josie was headstrong and thought him all right and that he would marry her; like many others she hoped to the very last, then in despair, she ran away not know- ing where she was going. She turned to God speedily 178 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. when she realized that He would forgive her and give her another chance. That He would do this seemed too good to be true, but she believed because He said so, and she was not disappointed. When she got salvation the Lord gave her “the oil of joy for mourning and the garments of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” She was changed from a cloud to a sunbeam. I once heard a preacher say that since he had full salvation his face had spread an inch in width; I know there was a marked difference in Josie’s; she reminded me of a child forgetting its trouble, and laughing before the tears were dry on its face. Since she has been at the Hospital she has been like a sunbeam in the ward; everybody likes Josie; they believe in her religion; it is the kind that helps other folks. She came out to the Home in great glee one day, saying she had a little name sake at the Hos- pital and wanted something to give it for a present; she did not look as if she expected to be disappointed either, and I thought of Him who said, “If earthly parents know how to give good gifts to their children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask Him.” How differently we sometimes come to ask gifts of Him, looking as though we had lost every friend, and did not expect to get anything we asked for. Well, Josie had confi- dence in us and we would have searched Hope Cottage from attic to cellar rather than disappoint her. “Be- REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 179 loved, if our heart condemn us not, then have we confi- dence toward God, and whatsoever we ask, we receive of Him, because we keep His commandments and do those things that are pleasing in His sight.” I was asked unce if Josie had made any arrangement for a baby’s wardrobe and I said I had not heard of any; that I thought she was out on the faith line; but in some way Josie heard there had been some prepara- tion made for her and she came down to see (it is only a short distance) and I can testify that the longitude of her smile increased visibly as she carefully looked through the contents of the box. I was reminded of Christ’s command, “Therefore, take no thought say- ing, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek) : for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.” If we would just trust Him as Josie trusted us we should find a supply for all of our need.” When we go into the ward we always find Josie’s Bible and hymn book lying in some convenient place where she has just left them if she is not there her- self. She always meets us with smiles, telling us what a good time she is having, and how good every one is to her. She has no idea of giving up her little baby girl, but is planning to take the best care of her. When I last saw her she said, “It will not be long now till I can go home to my mother.” When we 180 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. visit her at the Hospital we never find her on “Grum- bler’s Ave.” She lives on “Hallelujah Street.” She loves the “Bible Songs” and sings much in the ward. Sometimes Miss Pierce does not get around to their ward to read and pray with them as is her cus- tom; and she says to Josie, “I know if I do not get around you will have prayer.” Josie says she used to say prayers before she became a Christian, but the difference in her prayers then and now is, that she realiy means it now. Does it not pay to get Jesus in the heart? Her circumstances are not changed; that is not what makes Josie so happy, but it is be- cause she has Jesus in her heart and He is helping her through her troubles. The Lord knows how to deliver the penitent as well as the righteous out of their trouble. Hallelujah! REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 181 THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER. Once she was pure as the sunbeam, My noble, affectionate child; The idol of all who beheld her, x Though apt to be thoughtless and wild. My cares were made light by her prattle, Her presence turned winter to June, But alas! for my fond expectation, My visions are vanished too soon. Oh, who could have tho’t that my darling Could have fallen so soon and so low; _From the heights of her lofty ambition, To the depths of dishonor and woe; Oh, God if there’s power in Thy mercy, Restore my lost child to my arms, Tho’ her sin be as crimson or scarlet, She still to her mother has charms. Tho’ far o’er the mountains of folly, Thou hast roamed with companions so wild; I love thee as dearly as ever, My own precious prodigal child; My home and my heart’s true affections, Are waiting to welcome thee still, Come back to thy Savior and mother, And peace will thy troubled heart fill. I cannot but love thee, my darling, Though sinful and fallen thou art; The memory of days now departed, Is breaking thy poor mother’s heart; Thy Savior still waits to be gracious, Thy mother still waits to forgive, Come back from thy wanderings, my daughter, And a life of usefulness live.—Selected, CHAPTER XVIIL Prodigal Daughters. “T will arise and go to my Father.”—LuKE 15: 18. One night about eleven o’clock, just as we were in the act of turning off the electric light in the hall, some girls came up to the steps and opened the door. It was some of the Bible School students who had been down to the evening service and had found a poor girl in the mission. She was weeping bitterly, and this was her story: She got into trouble, left home, and came a stranger to Cincinnati. She was walking the streets, not knowing where to go, when she stopped a passer- by and asked if he knew where she could get a night’s lodging, she was a stranger and had no money. He directed her to the “Bible School Mission,” which was only a few blocks away, saying, “They will help you.” She met a little boy going that way and told him that she had nowhere to go and he pitied her, because he said he had no home either, so he went too, and sat down beside her in a back seat. The Bible School girls saw her crying bitterly, and went to her and she toid them her trouble; they tried to cheer her up, telling her that they would take her, to a good home, and also of the love of Jesus in pre- 182 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 183 paring a haven of rest for her outcast soul. We had no accommodations but a cot in the hall, but she was so glad to get that and to think that it was without money and without price, otherwise, she could not have had it. We talked together for a while, and through her tears and sobs she told me the same sad story that I have heard over and over again. I tried to comfort her, and we prayed, and went to bed about twelve o’clock, committing her into the hands of Him who said, “Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” THE TRAMP REDEEMED. A party of workers from the Bible School were on their way to hold a camp meeting and while they were waiting at the station for conveyances to take them out to the camp ground, a girl who presented a very disreputable appearance, walked into the station. She asked one of the sisters for money to take her to a neighboring town. They talked with her, and found that she was just traveling around from place to place. Had she lived in the city she would have been called a street walker; as it was, she was a road walker. They invited her to come to camp-meeting; she readily ac- cepted the invitation, but they had some trouble in getting the driver to take her in; her appearance was such that he did not like to have her along, but they insisted and he yielded. When they reached the camp 184 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. ground they got her tidied up and she helped them about the work, and when meeting closed they brought her to Hope Cottage and she got salvation. Her father was a drunkard and had often driven her away from home, until she finally went away and stay- ed; she was only sixteen, but was overgrown, and look- ed to be older, though she was childish in manner. She stayed with us about’ six months and went back to her own neighborhood; got a place to work about six miles from home and I think has been in that home ever since. She writes to us and always reports victory; about the last letter we had from her, she spoke of “grazing in the sweet clover fields,” and not in the fence corners either. Hallelujah! She kept writing to her sister about being saved un- til the sister became heart hungry. The sister had always been a moral girl, but knew nothing about sal- vation experimentally. The father being a drunkard, their home was different from the homes that were about them, so she went out to service, desiring to pro- vide for herself, as she felt she could not lift the bur- den that was crushing her mother’s heart or put clothes on the little children’s backs by remaining at home. It was about this time she received her sister’s letter; she did not have money to attend a ten days’ convention or camp-meeting, so she wrote to know if she could come to Hope Cottage for awhile. She came and was so hungry that she just ate from Father’s well-set table until her soul was satisfied; she stayed — REDEEMED BY THD BLOOD. 185 with us about two months and when the time came for her to leave, she said she believed it would please the Lord for her to go home and help her mother bear her burdens; and try to get her father saved instead of going out to work for herself. Salvation takes out the selfishness. Praise the Lord! VENA. Vena never had any school days. She is fifteen and cannot even read and write. In the mountains of Ken- tucky she was reared, or rather grew up “wild,” a stranger to care and kindness. The order of the house- hold was kicks, curses and drunkenness from the grand- mother down to the youngest member of the family. Before she was fifteen she had been married and de- serted. She came to Cincinnati and got a place to work in a laundry, but there are traps set for work- ing girls in our cities, and Vena was an easy victim. She was led off into the wrong crowd by a girl who worked at the same place. After six weeks in sin she was disgusted with it and ready to give it up, and Mrs. Si Hu, the wife of a Chinaman, brought her and an- other girl, Bessie, to the Home. She did not tell them where she was taking them, but said she would find them a good home. When we explained that it is a Home provided by the dear Lord for sinful girls who wish to get saved and fitted to go out and live pure, holy lives, she broke down and wept, saying, “Oh, that is what I want. I don’t know what Bessie means to do. 186 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. but I will stay.” When she found that Bessie would not stay, she cried and pleaded with her, and was really burdened that Bessie would not give up and get saved too. Some of the girls took her to their room and prayed with her, and she was gloriously saved on the evening of her very first day in the Home. She rang out God’s praises through the house until bed time, and has never-since doubted her acceptance with Him. We ex- pected to keep her in the Home for some time, and one of the girls volunteered to teach her. When their housework was done, you could usually find them down in the yard under a big tree busy with their books. However, our plans for keeping Vena were changed, when the Lord opened up something for her that seem- ed better. A dear old couple in Ohio, who are saved and sanctified, wanted a girl to take as their own daughter, so we sent her to them. Vena’s new home contrasts with her old one as light with darkness; but best of all, in her own heart-life “old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.” A WARNING TO GIRLS. We close this chapter with a sketch of a prodigal who was reared in a Christian home of love and re- finement. She undertook to earn a livelihood by teach- ing music. This took her away from home and she began to associate with the “fast set.” This set is rightly named, for they travel the downward road so REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 187 rapidly that unless rescued they soon land in the brothel. Even in the “fast set” the downward career has a comparatively small beginning. They find they are considered prudish if they do not accompany the crowd in late drives or excursions, and that they must allow some familiarities in order to be popular. Then if they refuse wine they are targets for the ridicule of the party. Girls who begin by wearing net or lace yokes to the ball-room and theater, sometimes end by wearing tights behind the footlights. The crucifixion of modesty is a gradual process. Girls in the “fast set” are not votaries of lust at the start, but rather of ‘vanity, allowing a little looseness of conduct for the sake of the popularity and admiration which they crave. Let me say here by way of parenthesis, that I trust the story of these lives that have been plucked as brands from the burning, will not lead anyone to con- done sin or think it a slight thing for a girl to deviate from the path of virtue. While some are being rescued and the Blood avails, thank God! yet the greater per cent. of these girls never get to God. Thousands are slipping from Christian homes, from Sunday schools, from church choirs, and from high society, down, down to despair and eterna] damnation. As an example of one of the “little things” of which we need to beware; one of our girls, who had been an actress, but through the use of morphine had become unfitted for the stage, earned a support by posing for 188. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. some artists in the city. When she left the Home she went back to these artists and told them that she had become a Christian and could not sit for that syle of picture again. They said they were glad of her de- cision, and would respect her wishes and give her work of another kind. While making this call she wore a ~ thin, gauzy India silk waist, so flimsy that the only protection her body had was the underwear which she wore. One of the artists, an unsaved man, said, “But what about this dress you have on now? To my mind it is much more suggestive of evil than the bare neck and arms. It looks as if it were especially designed to allure. The other looks .innocent in comparison.” Then the tears came into his eyes as he spoke of his own little girl of eleven who had died, saying, “I don’t know much about religion, but I know so much about sin that had she lived she never should have gone out dressed in that style.” To return to the girl about whom I began to write. Life in the “fast set” led to something worse, and she drifted to this city, sick, homeless and friendless. One evening she wandered into the George Street Misison and as they sang, “She was once as pure as the snow, bet she fell,” and “Your mother is praying for you,” her mind went back to her chiléhood home; her‘heart was melted by the story of the Gospel, and she went to the altar. She came to the Home and the burden of sin rolled away. The house was crowded, so we made down a bed on the chapel floor. As she is likely to be. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 189 disturbed there, she gets up about five o’clock and re- sorts to a private corner of the yard, from which you are likely to hear her voice in prayer if you go to one of the north windows. At last she is restored to the faith of her childhood’s home. “Verily I saw unto you, whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as & lite child, shall in no wise enter therein.” 190 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. THEY MISS YOU. Do they miss you at home? Yes, they miss you, With the deepest and fondest regret, Your chair by the fireside is vacant, Your place at the board waits you yet. The pillow your head used to rest on Is smoothed by a mother’s fond touch, While the tears, dropping softly upon it, Say, “We miss you, we miss you so much.” She dreams of her sunny-faced darling Who knelt years ago by that bed, And she hears once again, “Now I lay me”’— Can’t you feel her frail hand on your head? Your picture speaks to her heart daily, Your school books—she treasures them yet, And she kisses the toy you once fondled ; For a mother’s heart cannot forget. They miss you at home; yes, they miss you, When the toil of the day being done, They kneel round the altar together And pray for the wandering one. And their empty arms ache so to clasp you, Oh, dear one, wherever you roam, Your home is so cheerless without you, Don’t you hear their loved voices say, “Come.” Oh, you who have wandered from virtue, In the by-paths of sin gone astray, Whose briar-torn feet are so weary, Oh, turn your face homeward today. A Savior is waiting to welcome, And “mighty to save” all who come. Like a Father He pities and loves you, Oh, dear wand’rer, no longer then roam.—Selected. CHAPTER XIX. How the Lord Helped Some of the Girls Out of Their Troubles. “And call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.”—Ps. 50: 15. May. May was a young girl in her teens. She had a Chris- tian father and mother and a comfortable home in a country village and knew nothing experimentally of city life and the ways of sin. She met a stranger who made a favorable impression on her, and he proposed that they elope; she consented and they came to Cincinnati to be married, as she sup- posed. Instead he placed her in a sporting house; he was a procurer and had sold May to the madam. May did not write to her home folks and they were heart broken. They probably imagined that some horrible death had befallen her, or that she might be some where sick and suffering without a mother’s tender ‘eare. The suspense was worse than death. They had a family altar and reached May by way of the Throne; they were old people; I think May was the baby; and I imagine I can hear the father’s tremb- ling voice pleading in prayer for their lost child. In answer to prayer, May came to Hope Cottage, and 191 192 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. a when we wrote them the good news they gave praises and thanksgiving to God, saying, “We knew the Lord. would answer.” She was saved, and after a few months went home to her friends. NETTIE. Nettie came to us in trouble. Her only thought was to get away from home and bury herself out of sight; she felt very miserable separated from all who loved her. To make her trouble known to them meant to become an outcast; she planned to give the baby away, but her mother-love would not permit her to desert it in its helplessness. She gave her heart to God and was blessedly saved and sanctified. Since she left the Home she has been in some hard places, but the testimony of those with whom she lived is that if anybody were ever sauctified Nettie is. She is frail in body. She went out to service in the country one winter and had to occupy a cold room; the exposure brought on tuberculosis. After this she felt she could never live to rear Willie, so she asked the Lord to provide for him. She next went out to service in a family where there were no-children, and their hearts were drawn out to ~ the little curly-haired boy, who was now eighteen months old. Mother and baby were both taken sick and sent to the hospital. Willie was able to come home to us first. Mr. C , their benefactor, often came to see him. On these occasions I had him bathed and NETTIE. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 198 dressed and brought down to the parlor and would just leave them alone to enjoy each other. If I chanced to go in I would find Willie on his knee rumaging pockets and taking possession not only of his person but of his heart also. When he went away he always left Willie well provided for. We thought we saw the hand of the Lord in it all, as Nettie’s health was fail- ing so rapidly, and sure enough we one day received a letter saying that if the mother would sign away her right, giving up all claim on little Willie, he woud take him and do by him as he would by his own. This meant that he would be carefully reared and educated, for the man is prosperous in business. No one but a mother can understand the struggle that took place in her heart. We felt it to be the Lord’s will for her to give him up, as it had been a subject of prayer for some time; so Nettie said, “Mother, write the letter and I will sign it and trust the Lord to help me.” She went about the task of preparation yery quietly, with a look of tenderness and resignation that seemed to say, “There is a peace that cometh after sorrow, Of hope surrendered, not of hope fulfilled; That looks not out upon a bright tomorrow, But on a tempest which His hand hath stilled.” Only the Lord and Nettie knew all about the heart- tempest that His grace subdued as she washed and mended the little garments and carefully packed up the toys. And when the little party went out of the 194 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. Home next day a casual observer would have noticed nothing out of the ordinary, for the Lord strengthened the mother’s heart and enabled her to forget self for the sake of the best interests of her child as she com- mitted him into the hands of God. Marin. Little Marie came to us in trouble. She was in her teens and was small of her age; still braided her hair and had not put on long dresses; she looked like she ought to be at home and have a mother’s tender care and goodnight kiss; but there were other little broth- ers and sisters on whom she must not bring disgrace; so she found a refuge in Hope Cottage. She was with us several months, and when Elizabeth Duff (her baby) was about five months old, little Marie left for her home. She could not take the little one with her and several efforts had been made to get her a home, but when the test came, Marie could not give baby up. She wished to take her home with her, but the parents were not willing on account of the other children. After grieving over it until she was thin and pale she decided to give her up. The conditions were that Marie must not know the baby’s address and could never come to see her; but could occasionally hear from her through others. The foster-mother did not wish to have the little one’s affections cling to its mother. While considering it, Marie hung around me with tears in her eyes and said, “Mother, I want you to go with REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 195 me; I want you to see the lady, and I am going to ask her if I may not see the baby in case of her death.” But when the time came she could not part with baby, so she left her in a “Home” temporarily, hoping that some day she may be able to have her back again. (It is for just such little, pure, innocent, helpless ones as Elizabeth, that we so long for the “Children’s Home.” Keep praying, and God will answer.) JULIA. Julia is a young country girl, who was taken off the street of an Ohio town and sent to us. The high cheek- bone, straight black hair and piercing eye made us think of an Indian, and her unsophisticated ways deep- ened the impression. She is not at all lazy, and so when she sought the Lord she did so with all her might and heard from Heaven. She told us that when she went out to work she wished to be sent to the country, as she longed to enjoy its freedom once more, so arrangements were made for her to go to live with a couple of old people in Ohio. Her clothes were packed and lunch was prepared, but we were loth to say good-bye, for we love Julia. One of the young girls followed her about with tearful eyes and insisted on her taking most of her own rib- bons, mottoes, and other little treasures as keep-sakes, and said, “Mother, I wish they would take us both.” When Julia wrote back to us telling of the fruit, nuts and fish and of a host of other temporal blessings, and, above all, of the dear ones who had received her 198 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. as their very own and would send her to school and give her advantages she had never before enjoyed, we rejoiced at what the Lord has done for her. “If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land.” EVELYN. Evelyn was a well educated girl from a home of refinement, and when she got into trouble her first thought was to hide away where nobody would ever know, and she came to Hope Cottage. She was with us about six months, but was saved during this time. Then her mother-love went out to her baby, Alice, and though she had been a very proud girl, she was now willing to bear reproach rather than part with the little one. Arrangements were made for her with a friend in a distant state and she entered upon her new duties. She remained with the friend about a year, when the Lord took little Alice home, where there would be no disgrace associated with her presence. Then Evelyn wanted to work for Him who had done so much for her, and a field of labor was opened to her in one of the Florence Crittenden Homes. She writes us letters of triumph and victory. IDA. Ida was another who, strange to say, stepped into one of Satan’s traps, and afterward left home think- ing she could never face loved ones and friends again. She soon found Jesus as her Savior and Sanctifier, and lived a happy and victorious life in the Home, proving true under many peculiar trials, She had REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 197 prepared herself to teach, hoping to help her parents in a financial way; of course, this trouble put an end to her fond dreams along that line, for the present at least. When her boy, Paul, was about three or four months old, they wrote for her to come home, as her parents needed her. Some changes had taken place which left them alone and they were old, so Ida re- turned to them. Her heart was full of love, peace and joy. He gave grace enough to keep her sweet under the shadow which sin had cast over her path- way. She has since lived a happy, contented life, shut in with her parents and little Paul. May God bless and keep them! BESSIE. Bessie came to us with a little boy about eighteen months old, saying that her husband had deserted her. She wept many bitter tears and was often at the altar, but never seemed to get victory in her soul. If we had not known that God is true and faithful and that He has said, “Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out,” and that if we “confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness,” we might have thought Him a hard Master in this case. Her weeping and praying was so common in the chapel service that when it was omitted little Albert would sometimes take her a handkerchief and ont it up to. her eyes, saying, “Cry, mamma; say, ‘God.’” Bessie 198 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. failed to get victory that would last. She sometimes promised the Lord that she would make things right; then He blessed her, but when the test came she would back down and, of course, would lose the victory out of her soul. At length, about six months after she came into the Home, she confessed that she had -de- ceived us and that she had never been married. That faisehood had kept her out of victory all these months, but when she met conditions, and trusted the Blood, God proved faithful. Hallelujah! We learned to love them very dearly, and little Albert won our hearts completely. In his prattle he called the Bible School boys, the “glory toys,” and we thought it a very appropriate name; he became so fond of his “glory boys,” that he joined the band himself. I re- member on one occasion Brother Stalker was preach- ing; he had just begun and everything was perfectly quiet and Albert said in a loud, clear tone, and with real unction, “Well, glory!” Everybody smiled, and Brother Stalker said, “Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, Thou hast perfected praise.” Albert’s mother is married now and lives within walking distance of the Home. Nothing pleases us better than to run in and see them a few minutes when we have time. Albert is large enough to come to Sunday school and has firm faith in Jesus. His nother is not very strong and a dear sanctified sister goes in sometimes and helps her with the washing and ironing. Albert is very fond cf sister M—, and was REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 199 one day praying that the Lord would send her in; he was scarcely off his knees when he heard her tap on the door; he almost danced with delight over the quick answer. 200 REDEEMED BY THD BLOOD. WAS IT FAIR? When the roses of summer were budding and blooming And the yellow wheat ‘neath its burden of gold, The Prodigal Son came, world-weary and tattered, To the home where his footsteps had echoed of old. And they clung to his garments with tears and caresses, ; Till the cup of his welcome ran over with joy, And the flowers of love and forgiveness were woven’ In a blossoming crown for the Prodigal Boy. When the icicles hung from the eaves and the branches, And the winter winds moaned round the dwellings of men, Forsaken and homeless, the Prodigal Daughter Crept back to the home of her girlhood again. But they turned her away in the storm and the darkness To the icy-cold winds with their chill, piercing breath, And the pitiless curses that followed her footsteps Were fierce as the tempest and cruel as death. CHAPTER XX. Exiles Restored, “But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.”— Rom. 5: 20. Emma. D. was poor in this world’s goods; but in some way she got money to come to Hope Cottage from a distant state. Her brothers would not allow her to stay at home after she got into trouble; they said if she stayed they would leave. Her parents were old and she was not very strong and she knew her brothers could do more for her parents than she could, so she begged them to stay and she left. She was very sad and cried a great deal; she did not know but that she had said farewell for- ever to the dear old father and mother who had looked forward to having her with them in their old days when they should need her so much. We felt the Lord was bottling up her tears, for they were not tears of rebellion, but came from a broken and contrite heart, and sure enough, it was not long before her heart hunger was satisfied. We often had occasion to walk softly through the upper hall because Emma was on her knees beside her bed. She claimed sanctification through the Blood and grew rapidly in the torrid zone of God’s love. 201 902 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. Sometimes He would pour out His Spirit upon her in the chapel service, and she would pray with such power that we felt that she had prevailed with God. She was at the Hospital several weeks, and when visiting her we would more often find her on her knees beside her cot than anywhere else. The baby died while she was in the Hospital, and when she came home she said she wanted to go to her father and mother just as soon as she was strong enough and the way opened for her to go. The money for her ticket, about $35.00, was given directly to her in an- swer to prayer, not a cent of it came out of the rescue fund. Her brothers relented and became willing for her to return, so the Lord arranged her home-going. She writes to us and always reports victory; she walks two or three miles to Sunday school and church, and last fall she wrote us that her father intended to go with her in a covered wagon to attend a holiness camp-meeting, and they were going to take their own provision and camp in the wagon. I thought, “How good God is to arrange for meetings where the poor can go and feel perfectly at home.” She sent us nice checked gingham aprons for Christmas presents with texts worked in cross stitch on them. God grant that at the marriage supper of the Lamb she may be pre- sented to the heavenly Bridegroom in raiment of needle work. May the Lord bless Emma as she picks cotton, and give her many precious lessons. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 208 He gave me a spiritual lesson from the cotton bole when I was in Texas last winter. The bole before it opens represents the heart that has not responded to the knock of Jesus, “Behold I stand at the door and knock; if any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.” Rey. 3:20. The open boles represent the hungry hearts waiting for the laborer to come and gather in the harvest. John 4: 35. “Behold I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields, for they are white already to harvest.” When it is gather- ed in it is not ready to go out and bless-the world, but has to go through the process of ginning, which takes out the seed (the inbred sin) and then it is ready to be sent out on its mission of blessing. “Tarry ye at Jerusalem until ye be endued with power from on high.” There had been an early frost that year that had in- jured the cotton crop so there were thousands of dol- lar’s worth of cotton Jeft in the fields that never would open. It was sold for a pittance to those, who would open the boles in order to get the cotton out. This is tedious work and makes the fingers very sore; so the fields were not crowded with workers; this remind- ed me of, “Go ye out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in.” The slum corps is not very large; the field is not crowded, “Pray ye there- fore the Lord of the harvest that He will send forth laborers into His harvest.” 904 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. The following announcement appeared in a late Revivalist : Moral, Okla.—There will be a Holiness Campmeeting two miles west and one mile north of Moral, Okla., beginning July 15th. There will be two meals served on the grounds, morning and noon, at twenty cents each. Five and ten cent lunch at 5 o’clock in the evening. Free straw; bring bedtick and blanket. Everybody welcome. We ask the prayers of every member of God’s Revivalist family for this meeting for the salvation of souls, sanctification of believers, and healing of the sick—Emma Dudley. You see Emma is not going to confine her labors en- tirely to the cotton field this summer, but she has helped to launch this pioneer camp at her own home. God bless her labors whether in camp or cotton field. - The following is a letter from her: ‘ _ Moral, Okla., July 15, 1905. Dear Mother Duff:—I have not forgotten you, and am still trying to live close to Jesus. I send you one of our camp-meeting circulars. I wish you and Sister Payne could come. Your board should not cost you a cent. May God bless all the old girls and new ones, too. I read the Rescue Editions with tears and praises to God. The Lord provides for me. As ever, yours for Jesus, Emma DUDLEY. MINNIE. Minnie, an orphan eighteen years of age, came to us in the Spring of ’93, an almost hopeless case, a physi- REDHEMED BY THH BLOOD. 205 cal wreck and presenting a very distressing appear- ance on account of disease having settled in her eyes. She had been ‘reared in the mountains of Kentucky among a rough element, and she went away from home to visit some relatives and met with a girl who took her to a sporting house. She was.so ignorant of the ways of the world and of a life of sin in a great city that she thought it was a place of amusement. She had been accustomed to the mountain banjo music and _dances, and she thought a sporting house was some- thing on that order; but when she found that she was in a house of prostitution, strange to say, she stayed, I don’t know how long, or what influence was brought to bear upon her; but in the course of time she became so dissatisfied and cried so much that the madam sent for a missionary to come and take her out, and she was sent to Hope Cottage. Her heart was hungry and’she soon got salvation. She had to spend several weeks in the hospital, and I have never forgotten her joy on being able to return home; it seemed that there were no ways and means sufficient at her command to express her joy and grati- tude, and we just knelt in the chapel and she poured out her heart to God in praises and thanksgiving amidst her tears and sobs. She was of a very affec- tionate disposition, and by her childlike simplicity, faith and love she won our hearts. When her health was restored and salvation had lighted up her coun- 206 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. tenance and she had tidied up in her personal appear- ance, she was pleasant to look upon. When the time came that she felt like she ought to go out to work, we wondered what the child could do; but there was a call for a girl to go for a few weeks to stay with a woman who had had typhoid fever, but was convalescent, and just needed some one to look after the children through the day and wait on her a little, and we thought Minnie might do that, and she was very anxious to go. By the time her two weeks were up she had gotten another place to work, and wanted me to go and see the place, which I did and found it all right, and Minnie stayed a long time, until her uncle came and took her home. The lady is an invalid and we sometimes go to see her, and she says to us, “Oh, if I had Minnie back! I loved that girl.” But Minnie is married now; has a Christian husband and a nice home, and since her mar- riage into the family, her brother-in-law and sister-in- law have both been saved. She has sent us two girls to the Home this summer, and the missionaries there (Portsmouth, O.,) write us that Minnie is doing good work for the Master; she is weeping and praying over the erring ones and trying to lead them to Jesus, and when every other plan fails she tries to get them to come to Hope Cottage. “And the Spirit and the Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.” ~ REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. THE DIAMOND “IN THE ROUGH.” A diamond “in the rough” Is a diamond sure enough; For though it may not sparkle, It is made of diamond stuff! Of course someone must find it, Or it never will be found; And then someone must grind it, Or it never will be ground! But when it’s found, and when it’s ground, And when it’s burnished bright, That diamond’s everlastingly Just flashing out its light! O worker in the slum corps, Don’t think you’ve “done enough”’— The worst girl in the “dive” may be A diamond in the rough! —Selected. CHAPTER XX1L ORPHA.—One of God’s Trophies Redeemed by the Blood. “Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, . . . but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot.”—1 Prt. 1:18, 19. One Sunday afternoon in Sept. 1902, the missionaries - of Hope Cottage went to the House of Detention as was their custom to see the prisoners and tell them of Jesus. In the extreme end of one of the cells lay a woman on an iron cot who had not sufficiently recoy- ered from her drunken stupor and miserable feelings to pay any attention to what the missionaries were say- ing to those who had come to the front of the cell. The matron unlocked the door (an unusual thing) that they might go back and talk with her. . s They found her shivering with cold, and one of them took her jacket off and put it on her. She afterwards said this act of kindness together with the words they spoke, their prayers, and their bright faces all touch- ed her heart. At times she had longed for a better life, but did not know how to take the first step The missionaries told her of the Home and asked her to come to Hope Cottage. She did not promise; she did not know what it would be like. When she went before the 208 Orrna. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 9209 Judge of the Police Court, he postponed her trial and sent her to jail without bail; during that time the Lord dealt with her in answer to prayer and she was so deep- ly convicted that she decided to turn her back on sin forever and give her heart to God. When she was brought before the Judge the second time, she requested him to send her to Hope Cottage, not knowing that the Judge had already arranged for this with the missionaries, and she was a little surpris- ed when they stepped up and took her by the hand and called her “sister.” If the veil could have been lifted and they could have looked down the vista of time for only two and a half years, would they not have given her a warm hand-shake and a hearty “God bless you?” They took her as a “sister” by faith and the Lord made their reckoning good and made her a real sister in Christ. Hallelujah! What a true sister she has been! The Lord bless her! This is the way that Orpha came to Hope Cottage; but perhaps I had better tell you how she came to be in this trouble. It was through disobedience to God, of course. She was an only daughter in a happy home, with a Christian mother, who often talked to them of Jesus and told them how he had saved her, and prayed that one of her sons might be a preacher. _ I wonder if the curtain has swung back an instant and she has had a glimpse of Orpha preaching in the slums, (Her mother went to Heaven when Orpha was about sixteen, and home never seemed quite the same 210 " REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD, to her any more). She sought pleasure outside, got | into bad company, and at twenty was betrayed under the promise of marriage. Her grandmother took care of her during this trouble, and when it was over kept the baby. Orpha often frequented dance halls, and ball-rooms, seeking happiness. One evening at the dance she met a stranger who told her charming stories of city life, with fine positions and good salaries. He said if she and her girl friend wanted to go, he would escort them and see them to a place of safety. } They felt a little uneasy going to strange city without knowing just what they were going to do, but a carriage was sent for them and they were taken to the depot. Upon their arrival in Cincinnati they were taken to what seemed to be an elegant home and were met by a matronly woman, who took them into a nicely furnished parlor. Girls began coming in dressed in a loud way and all seemed to be on familiar terms with the man who had been so nice to them. Then it dawned _ on them that they “were in one of those gilded houses of sin,” “they had been sold,” “their escort was a pro- curer.” They wanted to get alone and were assigned to their room where they talked it over. The madam came in and insisted on their staying for a few days, promis- ing them that no one should see them. They agreed to stay, and before their few days were up, they were in- formed that they “were missed from the outside world, and were branded for life.’ They realized that they REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 911 could give no satisfactory account of those few days to their friends, nor convince them that they had been in such a place and yet without sin. Their next step was to bid good-bye to home and friends and everything that was good and pure, and enter a life of sin with its deluge of sorrow, suffering, and shame. The downward career was step by step. When she yielded to her first temptation she did not expect to be- come a prostitute. Girls, heed this danger signal! It was almost five years before the drink, drugs, and dissipation began to tell much on Orpha; but after that time she went down very rapidly, and it was at the end of ten years of sin that we met her in the House of Detention. She was blessedly saved in less than three days after she came into the Home, but while working in the laundry one day she lost her temper, and said a bad word; then she became discouraged, for she thought she would never do anything like that after she was saved; she expected to be good every- where. If she had known the plan of salvation as per- fectly as she knew it afterwards, she would, no doubt, have confessed her sin, asked God to forgive her, claim- ed victory through the Blood, and sought the baptism with the Holy Ghost and fire to sanctify the heart, taking out the anger and enabling her to live the vie- torious life that she believed the child of God out to live. On the contrary, she ran away that night and revelled in sin for six months longer. We saw her twice during that interval; once the mis- 212 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. ted sionaries glancing from the car window, saw her on the street. They rang the bell, got off, and overtook her and tried to persuade her to come back to the Home, but without success; however she came to the Home one evening much under the influence of drink, and we did our best to keep her, but she left about midnight. On this visit she gave us $10.00, saying she wanted to help along with the work, so we laid it away thinking that when she got sober, she could return it to its own- er; but Orpha left, and this money was on our hands. We put it in a box and marked it “stolen money.” It lay in the drawer for several months, and we finally put it into the “Poor Fund.” } Orpha went on in a perfectly reckless way, suffering many things. Often in the House of Detention, before the Police Judge (she was arrested eight times in one month), and in the Work House until the devil finally overreached himself, she rebelled against such a master and withdrew from his service forever. It was in March, after an absence of six months that she returned to the Home and to God. I do not remem- ber the particulars of her return, save that she had a bruised face, and was sadly bruised in spirit also. When Thursday evening came, she first thought she would not go to the prayer-meeting on account of her black eye, and then the thought came that this might be her last opportunity and she had better lay aside her pride and go. She went and came back under such awful conviction that she could hardly live. She weut REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 213 down in the cellar to arrange the furnace for the night and was afraid she should never get back alive. She came to my room and said, “Mother, I must get saved tonight, or I shall die, I cannot stand it any longer.” We knelt down and she began praying, and it did seem at times that she might die under the awful agony and burden of sin; but it was not long, bless the Lord! until the burden rolled away, and the whole catalogue of sins were blotted out to be remembered against her no more forever; the glory of God came into her soul; she was a new creature in Christ Jesus. Hallelujah! She expected salvation to transform her heart and life, and it did.. Bless the Lord! She had been groping in darkness so long that when the light broke in on her soul, she knew that she had passed from death unto life. We only refer to the sin side that the power of God may be magnified in the salvation of souls. “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” Orpha was in such a nervous condition thai we knew nothing but the power of God could quiet her and we looked to Him for help. She had a high ideal of a Christian life, although she knew nothing about sancti- fication. She thought to be a Christian one must live above sin, and be perfectly straight and conscientious in every detail of life, and many times even during the first wecksof her Christianlife, shewould be grieved to see girls who professed to be saved, do and say things that were wrong, and would ask them how they could do 214 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. those things and be saved. She spent much of the time in the little prayer room at the top of the house with her Bible; she wanted to learn what wages her new Master promised to give for faithful service; when she found that she was really the child of a King, she began at once to appropriate the promises. She reminded me of a child gathering field strawberries, who, upon find- ing a big red cluster, would cry out with delight. I remember she came in one day saying, “O, Mother, I am going to be healed; I am not going to be nervous any more, just listen.” She had found a rich cluster of promises. In a short time she went with one of the missionaries back to the old haunts of sin to tell them what Jesus had done for her. She talked to them in the saloons until the people wept with her under the power of God; she did not have much time for social visiting; she spent her time alone with God. When Camp Meet- ing of 1903 closed she was invited to spend some time with some saints at Fair Haven, Ohio. When she arrived a revival service was in progress and the Lord used her in a blessed way there. One woman came a long dis- tance to get instructions as to how to teach purity. Or- pha told her the only way was to get a pure heart and then she could teach it. On her return she went over to Belfast, Ohio, to Camp Meeting and the Lord blessed © _ her there in the work and we began to realize that the Lord had called Orpha for His own work. She was taken with typhoid fever about midsummer, she did not want a physician; she said she was in the REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 915 Lord’s hands and if it was His will to heal her, He would raise her up. All through her illness she never lost her bearings; she could always locate herself on the Lord’s side; she would so exhaust herself in prayer that we had to pray for her and not with her. We had hoped she would be able to go to the Bible School when it opened in September, but she was not strong enough, so she made a visit to her brother. The Lord blessed her life and testimony there. When her brother resented what he thought was disrespect to her she consoled him by saying: “They do not understand; when I have had time to prove to them that my heart and life are changed it will be all right.” She came back for the Christmas Convention and entered the Bible School; was gloriously sanctified and the Lord opened up the Scriptures to her. She grew rapidly in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and He used her some in the city mission work. One morning during the Camp of 1904 the Lord poured out His Spirit upon her and she took the plat- form and preached for an hour or more with great power and the altar was crowded with seekers. The Lord blessed her wonderfully as an altar worker; she really travailed for souls until they were born into the kingdom of God. After the Camp Meeting closed she became one of the workers in the Home. Sister Payne, our missionary, went home for a little rest. She had been in the Lord’s work for three years without a sreak, and was much exhausted and needed 216 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. quiet. Orpha took the city work in connection with the Home, and was also a great help in the Home. This work brought her in contact with policemen who used to arrest her; she always went well supplied with tracts and Revivalists, which she never failed to give out. Our workers go to the House of Detention on Sunday, then to Police Court the next morning and ask for any whom they hope to help. Orpha often went to Police Court, not as a prisoner any more, praise the ~ Lord! but as one for whom the prison doors had been opened. She now pleaded with the Judge who used to sentence her, for some of the poor girls whom she hoped to rescue from sin. I must say to the honor of the Court that they respected Orpha as much as any missionary that visited their court room. The matrons in the House of Detention who had so often locked her up, welcomed her with smiles. I remember one time she had oecasion to go into the matron’s departments with a policeman on some business, and the matron was so shocked that she turned pale, thinking that Orpha had backslidden and was in the hands of the police- man, although she did not look like Orpha used to when she was brought in; there were no marks of dissipation, on the contrary her face was bright and cheerful; she was well dressed and looked every whit a lady. All praise and glory to Him! She almost aiways met some ene in the prison whom she had known in sin, and some with whom she had been fer- REDEEMED BY THD BLOOD. 217 merly locked up in that same cell. The desire of the prisoners generally is that you plead with the Judge that he let them go; but her desire was that she might plead with the Judge of all the earth that He, for Jesus’ sake would pardon them and set the sin bound prisoner free. Sister West, one of the teachers in the Bible School, also helped us in the Home during vacation, doing whatever her hand found to do; the Lord bless her! When school opened she had to return to her work, but by this time Sister Payne was at her post again so Orpha was free for the slum work, which had laid so heavily on her heart. She knew almost every den of vice in this city and was given access to them. She went day after day and night after night laden with tracts and Revivalists, into dance halls, theatres, wine rooms, saloons, beer gardens, barrel houses, river front, and everywhere she could get an entrance, until she had literally sown the places down with full gospel literature, her prayers ascending as mist to return in showers of blessing to mature the harvest. The first fruits have been gathered already. Praise the Lord! Fannie Clifford, who was her landlady for the first five years of her life in sin, is in the Home now. Other landladies have sent for her to come and talk with them. On her way to the slums one night as she passed a mission, she thought she would go in and testify. When the opportunity came she got up to testify and the Lord poured out His 218 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. Spirit on her as she walked back and forth and ex- horted and praised the Lord, saying, “People said there was no redemption for Georgia Cline, but praise the Lord He has redeemed me from sin, and washed me in His own blood. Hallelujah!’ The mission had a glass front and the passers by would stop and look in and listen. As soon as Orpha was done talking a nice looking woman came in and went up and spoke to her. It was a girl she had once known in sin, whe had since married a saloon-keeper. She had been~ watching Orpha but could not just place her until she had called the name she had taken while in sin. She told Orpha she wanted her to come out to her home and see her husband; he was so troubled; some — woman had been going into his saloon from time to time, leaving tracts and papers and talking to him until he was not the same any more. He had come home a few nights before and asked her to pray for him, but she didn’t know how to pray; he said, “Well, let us get down together and try to pray any way,” and they did. Orpha knew what woman it was who had troubled him and driven him to his knees. When she went to work in the slums, she asked the Lord to give her some money, especially for restitution, Ex. 22. and Lev. 6:1-7, for when in sin and drinking she often went to a restaurant and took dinner and left without paying. She would leave the saloons too, without settling for what she had ordered, and if there was any loose money around would pocket it, and REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 219 when she sobered up, she could not remember where she had gotten it. Sometimes when she went into these places to tell the story of Jesus, they would say, “Well if the Lord has done for you what you say He has, you ought to pay your debts,” and she would reply, “Of course, I ought, do I owe you anything?” So she paid off old scores from a few cents up to several dollars and neyer had to pass a single saloon where an old debt hindered her from getting the gospel message to them. She went into one place where she had stolen money and was witnessing for Jesus and begging the girl to come away. The saloon-keeper thought he would try her, so he left some money where she could scarcely avoid seeing it and went out. When he returned his money was untouched, she had not even seen it, she was not looking for money but for diamonds in the rough. She would never have known of the circumstance had they not told her afterward. She found another saloon keeper who used to sell her drink, dying of consumption, without any of the com- forts of life. She got fresh bed linen and a warm com- fort and put up a stove and got him something to eat, and then she talked to him about his soul. She went to see him several times and prayed with him and tried to ~ lead him to Jesus, but he soon passed away and eter- nity alone will tell the result. “Sow thy seed in the morning, and in the evening withhold not thy hand, for thou knowest not whether 920 REDEEMED BY TH BLOOD. will prosper, this or that, or whether both will be alike good.” She kept going into the saloons and warning the girls, for almost every saloon in Cincinnati had a sport- ing house attached, with a sitting room on the first floor. In one place she warned them that something would happen if they did not repent; in a short time the saloon-keeper was shot down dead in his tracks as he stood behind the bar. She warned them in another saloon and said she felt like she was delivering her last message; and it was; she knew the man behind the bar well; she told the girls she knew just how miserable they were for she had roomed over that same saloon for two years and she begged them to come out. In a short time a mur- der occurred in the sitting room of that saloon, which led to the closing of all houses of prostitution in the city, kept in connection with saloons. In conse- quence there were for a time from forty to sixty girls per week in the House of Detention. We talked to some of them, who said in tears, “Oh, Orpha warned us to come out, and begged us to do so, but we would not.” Some of these were girls who had never been arrested before and thought they never would get so low as that. Others had just gone out for the evening and their parents had no thought that they were in places of sin; they were weeping bitterly, and saying, “Oh, it will kill my parents. I am ruined and they are disgraced for- ever.” In less than a month after this reform move- REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. E21 ment there were two Sundays in succession when there was not a woman in the House of Detention, and the two succeeding Sundays there was only one. We verily believe that it was in answer to prevailing prayer, and to God we give all the glory. Orpha had told us that her work was done for the present in Cincinnati and she believed the Lord would send her to Chicago, but she had no idea how He would do it. His way was to lay it on the heart of a brother and sister in the Bible School to support her to work in the Chicago slums. We did not want her to go at first; we thought the Lord could use her more here among those she had known; but before she went away we felt that it was the Lord’s will and bade her God- speed. This brother and sister brought her over a hundred Collars’ worth of tracts and literature and sent it by freight for her to use in the Chicago slums; the brother says that he used to go squirrel hunting, and never could bring down any game without a good sup- ply of ammunition. The time came for her going awiy and she was up at 4 o’clock in order to get through her work, for she had to make two or three trips to the city; when night came she was very tired and I thought she would have to retire early, to get a good night’s rest and be ready for traveling early in the morning; but the girls kept going into her room and she prayed with them until nearly twelve o’clock. Early the next morning she was off for Chicago, and that is how Orpha left Hope Cottage. 299 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. The Lord gave to her and the girl who is her fellow- worker a room in the beautiful home of a sanctified sister and they went to work, first in the saloons, and she told them her experience; the saloon keeper told her if that story was true just to go and tell it all along the line, and others would follow in her footsteps and she took his advice and went into a hundred saloons before she stopped. She met a man who used to be Fanny Clifford’s piano player; she toid him what the Lord had done for her and that Fanny was saved and the great tears rolled down his cheeks. One man whom they met in the slums walked out seven miles to the Home, gave up his whiskey, tobacco, and everything else that he had to give up, and got blessedly saved. The Texas boys went to Chicago at this time to assist Brother Hodgin in a revival and Orpha temporarily stopped her slum work to help in the meeting. The sister with whom she found a home had a worldly daughter and she got gloriously saved. The Lord has called Orpha to Africa when her work in this country is done. I add this letter in which you have in her own words an account of some of the victories God is giving in His work. Chicago, Il., March 10, 1905. Dear Mother Duff and family: Greetings to all in Jesus’ name. The Lord is with us and giving wonderful victory. Praise His name forever! We are having beautiful REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 228 bright days in which to work for the Master and He is opening doors in a wonderful way. He made it clear to me the first of the week to search the sporting dis- tricts for girls, so we started out Monday without a fear, knowing He was going before us. We have been going in the districts where the “first class” houses are, all this week; we find the doors standing wide open and hundreds of girls leaning out of the windows trying to get a little fresh air and sun- shine. These real spring days make them hungry to get out of their cages. We have given out papers and sermons in almost every house, leaving a Rescue Home eard in each place. We walk right into the parlors before they realize what is coming, and God gives us a message that interests them, and there the landlady stands ; it seems that God just closes her mouth till she is speechless. He has truly verified His promise to me, “I have set before thee an open door and no man ean shut it.’ To Him be all the glory. After all we know that we amount to nothing, it is the Spirit that deals with their souls. We feel the need of every one’s prayers in this work; I am so glad it is all His work and we can trust it all to Him, knowing that He will get glory to Himself out of it. We may not be able to see so much with these our natural eyes, but by faith we see a great work being accomplished. We have prayed in many of these places where the girls all wept and afterward thanked us for even thinking of them. I preached for ten minutes in a barrel house to over 994 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. four hundred men. They laid aside their cards and set their beer glasses down and crowded around trying to catch every word. I had permission from no one but the Spirit; the proprietor came from behind the bar and stood with his back against the door, and no one could come in or out; it seemed that he did not want the meeting disturbed. Hallelujah! Oh, it pays to mind the Holy Ghost! He will make a way where there is nO way. The people are beginning to know us, and many are glad to see us. We have won the confidence of some by refusing to accept money. They cannot understand that part of it. Many saloon-keepers ask us to come again, saying we bring sunshine with us; and they feel better for having seen us. Some have lost all hope fer themselves; I tell them I got to that place, and after hearing some of my ex- perience, they feel encouraged, saying they believe more than ever that there is something in salvation. Pray that God will give me boldness to tell it just for His glory and to help others and give them courage. There is no chance of my settling down and getting nice; God makes me tell it wherever I go. Some would say, “Never tell your past,” but God makes me tell what He has Saved me from, and I will obey God if everybody else gets ashamed of me. I never realized in my life what it means to follow Jesus as I do these days. It is truly “the lone way.” It sometimes brings a sense of lone- liness that makes one weep, still it is blessed. REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 225 I would not go any other way for all the world; it is the only way that satisfies. I feel today that I am truly a “pilgrim and a stranger, having no continuing city here, but seeking one to come.” Rest assured that you have my prayers. I know you must have your hands full; the Lord bless and keep you in perfect health. It will not be long until we come again, bringing our sheaves with us. The Lord bless and keep you. Hope Cottage is very dear to me. I pray for you daily. Orpha. While the Lord was putting it on Brother Standley’s heart to open up the city campaign before Camp-meet- ing, He was talking to Orpha in Chicago, and she felt that she must come to Cincinnati before Camp-meeting opened, though she didn’t know why; but the Lord did not want Orpha to miss as good a thing as the city campaign. She had walked the streets many a night for the devil, and after she was saved she went alone when there wus no one to go with her and trudged the streets from saloon to saloon and preached Jesus; and now that the Bible School was going to turn out in full force, He wanted Orpha to enjoy it, and she was just in her element. I think she would rather preach on the street than to walk the golden streets of the New Jerusalem for the same length of time, and the more she marched and the more she preached and the more she prayed, the more she wanted to preach and pray and shout. She has not stopped yet, and there is no sign that she is going to stop. She would almost 996 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. frighten us more timid ones with her reckless daring, and she would say, “Well, I was bold for the devil, and now the Lord has shown me that I must be bold’ for Him.” One evening while waiting on a prominent corner for our street car, the throng was surging past, and Orpha was just as busy passing tracts, when a police man touched her on the shoulder and told her that she must not pass hand bills on the street, and she replied, “This is the Gospel that I am handing out, the Gospel that saved me,” and continued just as busy as she could be while talking. He watched her awhile and going up to her again he said, “Now, I don’t want to arrest you, but I am going to, if you don’t stop that.” “Well,” she said, “you have arrested me many a time, but you never arrested me for anything like this; but the next time you do, it will be for doing something of this kind.” She said, “Do you remember Georgia Cline?” and he looked at her in astonishment and answered, “Yes, I remember the last time I arrested her; she said it would be the last time, that she was going to reform.” “Yes, I said that a great many times,” said she, “but I didn’t do it; but God transformed me, and * that reformed me, and that is why I am doing this,” and away she went at her work, while he said, “Well, just go on,” and our scare was over, as we had had directions that if anybody was arrested, we should step into their tracks and go on with the work whatever it Was, and pay no attention to the missing one, and we REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 227 were just afraid that we should be scared if a police- man were to tap us on the shoulder. When we got near the neighborhood of the corner for which we had a permit, we would stop along and sing, and Orpha would talk awhile, and then invite the people to come and go with us down to the corner where the meeting was to be held; but in the mean- time such a large crowd would gather that she could not move them, and then she would go to preaching, no matter where it was, and we would be anxious and say, “Orpha, this is not the corner, and the policemen are coming,” but none of these things moved her, neither counted she her life dear unto herself, that she might preach the Gospel that had saved her and which is “the power of God utno salvation to every one that believeth,” and her motto is, “How can they believe except they hear, and how can they lear without a preacher,” and one that will take the Gospel to them on the street? On one particular evening, I think she preached about half a dozen sermons from as many texts and made an altar call at the close of every sermon. She would preach and exhort and invite, and if no one came, as the Bible School boys say, she would “pour it on” again, and if she could not get them that way, she would put some one else in charge and slip out and go into the saloons and on the outskirts of the crowd and do personal work; and if she could not get folks through to God in the crowd, she would take 228 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. them up to the Mission and there help them to pray through. They soon saw it was useless to get a permit for any certain corner for Orpha, for they were just as apt to find her in one place as another. She seemed to forget all about her corner. I think she must have scorned the corner offer and claimed every foot of land on which the soles of her feet trod. She seemed to be at home everywhere. Marking out a boundary line for Orpha would be as futile as proscribing a fire fly. About the time you think you have it, light will shine - forth in the most unexpected place. . We were once holding a street meeting in front of our Rescue Mission on George street. A poor, sinful girl was listening from a window at the top of a neighboring building. She not only listened, but wept, and Orpha made an effort to reach her, but the saloon- keeper had locked the door leading to the stairway and she could go no further. She continued to talk to her from the outside, throwing her the life-line from the street as best she could. The girl seemed to appre- ciate it and expressed her gratitude by throwing a two dollar bill to them from the window. May God find an entrance to this hungry heart. Locked doors are no barrier to His Spirit. Praise His name! One evening we went up to the Mission after the street meeting. Some of the girls from the Bible School had charge of the meeting that night, and there was a drunken man at the altar, so drunk that he REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 929 didn’t know what he was doing. He had torn his handkerchief into shreds, had torn off his collar and tie, and was just scattering things when Orpha came in. I have heard of handling people with gloves off, but Orpha unconsciously began to roll up her sleeves and went at it. She recognized him and knew some- thing of his crooked life and told him a few things and prayed. The Lord sobered him up in just a few min- utes, and as soon as he got to the place where he said he would give up his sins, she told him to pray, and he went at it, and was soon saved. I have heard of the Lord sobering up people suddenly in answer to prayer, but had never seen it done before. We have a won- derful God. Praise His holy name! A few evenings ago, she was preaching on the street when a messenger came for her to go to a saloon. She said, “What do they want with me?” The answer was, “The saloon-keeper is sick and wants you to pray with him.” Orpha used to drink in his saloon, and he drugged her drinks, kept the police force continually on her track and always did everything he could against her. Someone who knew all this said, “After the way he always treated you, I don’t see how you can go to his saloon and pray for him or care anything about his soul.” However she welcomed the opportunity of doing | good to a persecutor and went, and about the first thing he said was, “Georgia, I didn’t treat you right, and I want you to forgive me.” “Oh,” she said, “that is all right; I am glad the devil made it hard for me. I got 930 REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. tired of his service. He overreached himself in my case. What can I do for you?” “Well,” he said, “I want you to pray for me.” She answered, “I will be glad to do it. Can I pray here and now?” “No, I want you to go down to the Mission to pray.” Then she asked if he were going with her, when he replied, “No, I can’t go. I went down there one evening and heard you talk; but just look at my feet all swollen until I cannot walk,” and he was coughing so that he - eould scarcely talk. She said, “You are going to die.” “T know it,” he said. (He had whiskey consumption.) She said to him, “You know I came back two years ago and warned you faithfully, and have warned you since, and I knew the Lord wasn’t going to let you go on much longer, and now your time is short; but if your would truly repent, the Lord would save you. He saved me. You know it was the Lord that changed my heart and life.” “Yes,” he said, “I know it,” and he asked her to come back. The next time she went he was glad to have her kneel right down in his saloon © and pray for him. Last night at the Mission a stranger came up to the front to speak to those in charge of the meeting and inquired for Orpha. They told him that she was there, and looked her up. She recognized a saloon- ~ keeper whom she used to know in sin and whom she had faithfully warned and exhorted after she was saved. He had gone out of the saloon business, but was still working for the devil along other lines. He REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD. 931 said, “Georgia, I have come to tell you that I am tired of sin, and I settled it yesterday that I would give it all up, and I went to tell M that I was going to give up a sinful life and beg her to give it up too and _ to go to the Rescue Home, but when I reached the place the house was raided and they were all locked up, (and Orpha said, “I guess the Lord is getting her ready; that is the way He got me ready”) and I want you to go to the police court and see Judge Lueders if he will not pardon her and let you have her. If he will, make it plain to her that I am done with sin. I just turn her over to you. (““Yes,” said Orpha, “and I will turn her over to the Lord.”) Iam going to the hospital to get straightened up in my body.” Then she told him how he would have to get straightened up in his soul, and he said he meant to do it. Orpha brought this girl to the Home, but she yielded to temptation, slipped off and went down to the city one evening and hunted up this man. She had to go to the Mission to find him, and he said to her, “M : I am done with the old life; I mean to get right with God. Go back to the Home if they will take you in again.” And she did come straight back. Thank God the revival spirit is abroad in this city. The sporting house madams are sending for Orpha to come and see them. Oh, the Lord is working on the hearts of the people, and where they are not yielding, His judgments are falling. 289 REDEEMED bY THE BLOOD. “He that being often reproved, hardeneth ‘his neek, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.” It has been said that the book of the Acts of the Apostles has never been finished, but that the recording angel is still working on it, so if the remainder of Orpha’s life is not written down here, I feel sure that it will be written in the book of remembrance. “And they that feared the Lord spake often one to another; and the Lord hearkened and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before Him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought upon His name.” Malachi 8: 16. CONCLUSION. A rescue mission and a rescue home are both neces- sities in rescuing the perishing, and how we thank God that He has supplied us with both! Now, when poor girls come to us from the streets, missions, hospitals, police court, prison, or work house, we can receive them with open doors as well as with open hearts. Praise the Lord! I might have added, “or when they come to us from respectable homes,” for they often do so. All the sin, sorrow and heartaches are not con- fined to the slums by any means. In closing, we extend a loving invitation to all who are really tired of sin and want to lead a new life to eome and prove the power of the redeeming Blood. “And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come; and whosoever will let him take the water of life freely.” “Through all the depths of sin and loss Drops the plummet of Thy cross! 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