"Who is
it?" they again inquired. "Well, I'll come with him and if I see
anything wrong I'll ask him to forgive you." "Come," said they, "we
don't want any praying." "You've given me an invitation, and I am going
to come." "But if you do come you needn't pray." "Well," said I, "I'll
tell you what we'll do, we'll compromise the matter, and if you don't
want me to come and pray for you when you open, let me pray for both of
you now," which they agreed to. It turned out that one of them had a
praying mother, and the prayer touched his heart, and the other had a
sister in heaven. I asked God to bless their souls, and just to break
their business to pieces. In a few months their business did go all to
pieces. The man who got up in the prayer meeting told me a story that
touched my soul. He said with his business he hadn't prospered--he
failed, and went away to the Rocky Mountains. Life became a burden to
him and he made up his mind that he would go to some part of the
mountains and put an end to his days. He took a sharp knife with him
which he proposed driving into his heart. He sought a part of the
mountains to kill himself. He had the knife ready to plunge into his
heart, when he heard a voice--it was the voice of his mother.
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