A Poor Student Prays For Money.


"I was a poor student in a Manual Labor Institute at the West. The month

of February was our regular Winter vacation. We were privileged to keep

our rooms and have board at one dollar a week. But I had absolutely no

money. I was six hundred miles from my friends, and they were unable to

furnish me with funds. I had no books for the new term, though these

were a necessity if I went on with my class, and there was no work about

the Institution, nor that I know of in the neighborhood at that season.

My case seemed an exceedingly bad one; and I had no idea from where any

help could come. So I went to my room in the third story, locked my door

and carried my case to the Lord. It was a long, earnest, tearful cry for

help from Him who alone seemed able to give it. My prayer was answered.

When I had been there I do not know how long, I heard footsteps in the

empty hall, and in a moment a knock at my door. I wiped my eyes, and put

myself into presentable shape as soon as I could, and opened the door. A

lad stood there who said: 'A man wants to see you at the front door.'

Down the stairs I went, wondering who could want me and what he could

want me for. In the front yard was a man on a restless horse, who at

once said: 'We want you to teach our school for a month. The boys have

driven out the female teacher. We want you to take them in hand, and

we'll give you fifteen dollars and your board.' I said, 'All right, I'll

be down there to-morrow morning.' And then I went back to my room to

thank God for hearing my prayer."



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