CHRISTINE, A BROKEN-HEARTED

GIRL.

CHRISTINE was born of Christian parents in the State of Wisconsin. Her mother died when she was twelve years old. It was not very long until a step-mother made it very unpleasant for the poor girl in the home. She determined that the only way to keep peace in the family was for her to leave home. She found employment as a saleslady, first in Milwaukee and then in Chicago.

Brought up in the church, she was a great worker in the Epworth League, on the Social Committee, regular at all church services, faithful in all the church entertainments, was a member of the popular quartet and most diligent in her efforts to increase the attendance of the church services.

Finally the influence of the church socials gave her a liking for more worldly entertainments and she soon found herself in circles of worldliness and sin. Now and then she found it convenient to take a glass of wine. On Thanksgiving eve she was in attendance at a party where she thought her womanhood and virtue were in perfect safety.

But late in the evening a drug was slipped into her glass of wine and she was soon unconscious.

When she awoke the next day, it was only to disappointment and sorrow, for she found herself forever hopelessly ruined. There is no language to express the feelings of this poor heart-broken girl as the real situation dawned upon her. She had gradually step by step deviated from her early training and she now found herself helpless and hopeless in the embrace of ruin.

Filled with unutterable sorrow and with not a ray of hope for anything worth living for, she turned upon the guilty party and with words almost too strong for us to repeat told him that there was not a place in hell hot enough for him. She says, "If I had been capable of murder, I would have killed him on the spot."

Her next impression was to commit suicide, but God mercifully withheld her from this awful deed. The world was a wilderness of blackness and darkness, and about that time her father, her only earthy friend was taken home to heaven.

Homeless, friendless and sick, she was thrown into the Cook County Hospital. It was here a kind lady told her of Rest Cottage and of Jesus who was able to save. She was brought to the

Rescue Home in Chicago, but seemed slow to yield to the convictions of the Spirit.

She was listening to a sermon on the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah, when suddenly she seemed to see Jesus dying on the cross for her. All she would have to surrender loomed up before her. All she seemed to have in the world was her darling baby, which she loved tenderly. When she saw that she must give her all, including the baby, to Jesus she hesitated; it seemed the hardest thing of her life to give up her only comfort. But late at night, she was induced to say, "Yes, my baby and all, I yield to God forever." The peace and happiness that came streaming into her soul was something beyond all expression. When she retired, the baby was in usual health and her soul was flooded with the sunlight of glory. When she awoke the next morning, her darling baby was dead on her arm, but the glory of God was still in her soul and she said, "What I did last night in giving my baby to the Lord stands forever."

That was a most touching funeral. She had no thought when she said yes to God that He would so soon take her darling, but her soul never drew back. From that day, she made rapid advance in divine grace. She soon received a distinct call

to God's work, and the burning, passionate love for fallen girls has so consumed her whole being that it seems at times that she will die if she is not able to save the lost.

It was made so plain to us that the hand of the Lord was upon her in preparation for soul winning that we have sent her to the Bible School to be trained for this work of rescuing the perishing.

In the school she proved herself worthy of her calling, and she will soon go forth to the great harvest field to labor for souls.

Praise the Lord.