Now I never wake any sleepers. I feel that an hour's sleep will do them
good, for when the Mission closes and they go out they have no place to
sleep. They have to find a truck or a hallway or walk up and down the
Bowery all night. I've been there, and it takes one that has been
through the mill to sympathize with the "down-and-outs." So I did not
disturb this woman.
The meeting was over and the people were all out, when I noticed Anna
still in the same position. I went over and called her, and receiving no
answer shook her a little, but she never moved. I bent over and raised
her head; a pair of sightless eyes seemed to look at me, and I knew she
was dead. I never had such a start in my life. Two hours before
alive--now dead! I learned that she was from a town in Connecticut, of
good parents, who took her to her last resting-place in the family
plot--a wayward girl who ran away from home. Her "God bless you, Dan!"
still rings in my ears and her dead face I'll never forget.
Here was a case that, so far as I knew, did not come under the influence
of God's Spirit, and I could only say, "God have mercy on her poor
soul!" but there have been scores of other women whom I have been able
to reach and help by the grace of God.
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