Show arother at 11 rayer once bays says a writer I 1 suddenly opened tho the door of my ni mothers others room and saw her on her knees beside her chair and heard beard her speak my name in prayer I 1 quickly and quietly withdrew with a feeling of awo awe and reverence reve renco in my heart soon I 1 went away from home to school then to college then into lifes sterner duties but dut I 1 never forgot that ono one glimpse of my motheral mot mother herat at prayer nor the one word my own name abich I 1 heard lier her utter well did I 1 know that what I 1 had seen that day was but a glimpse of what was going on every day in that sacred closet of prayer and ana tho the consciousness strengthened men me a thousand times in duty in ill danger and in str struggle when death came at last and sealed those lips the sorest sense of bosq I 1 felt was the knowledge knowl edgo that no more would my mother bo be praying for me |