hild's throat; but when the
mother asked the little girl to open her mouth, she said, "Mama, I
can't."

"What!" exclaimed the mother, "you can not open your mouth! Why, child,
what is the matter with you?" Although Louise tried repeatedly to open
her mouth, she could force her teeth apart only about an eighth of an
inch, and only with great difficulty could she speak.

By this time Mr. Worthington had fully awakened to the fact that
something serious was troubling his child, and he sprang to her side. As
soon as possible they summoned a doctor. He found that the cut on her
hand had caused lockjaw, but said that there was no cause for alarm. The
parents, however, felt very anxious and called in several doctors for
consultation. They found that it was too late to do anything for the
child. "The course of this disease," said the doctors, "is usually very
rapid; and we are sorry that we can offer no hope."

When Mrs. Worthington heard the doctors' verdict, anguish such as she
had never experienced before filled her soul. Her thoughts went back to
the previous night. Oh! why had she not examined the child closely
then? In her distress she cried to the Lord, saying, "Dear Lord, what
can this mean? Must I go through another test with one of my children?
If so, help me to say amen to thy will!"

Everything possible was done for the comfort of the little sufferer. The
little life was swiftly nearing its close. Even when the doctors
injected medicine into her arm to relieve her pain, she did not murmur.
Forgetful for a moment of her suffering, she looked into her mother's
eyes and said, "Mama, I love you"; then turning to her father, "Papa, I
love you"; and then to the doctors and friends, "I like all these
folks."

What a beautiful testimony? She had only kindly feelings in her heart
for all, even for the doctors, who seemed to be her enemies. Her words
were as a message sent from God as they fell into that mother's heart.
They seemed as sweet incense and a soothing balm to her troubled spirit.
Gazing into the child's face, the mother read of the tender,
compassionate love of God for suffering humanity; she read of the depth
of Christ's love for the innocent and pure; and, by the heavenly smile
that lighted the little face as her darling sank into unconsciousness,
she saw that the child realized her Savior's presence.

Slowly the tide is going out; the soul of the child is passing from the
mother's presence into life immo