He turned to her at once. "Mother, there's something funny about Annette. I've been praying and I feel all happy inside. It's just as if she wasn't dead at all!" "What would we ever do without our Comforter, son?" she said. "He does help us bear our burdens in a wonderful way." "I'll say he does. This morning I felt so bad I didn't know what to do, and then when that man said--he had killed Annette--I thought I just could not stand it. And here I am happy as anything again. And just because I took it all to Jesus. I think Annette is all right now." "She was very old, son. It wouldn't have been much longer anyway. Why--why--Jimmy!" But Jimmy was running swiftly across the field toward an old blind cat that was staggering in his direction. Apparently the new neighbor had only stunned the cat and she had dug her way out of the shallow hole and come home again. It was years before she really died, and long before she presented Jimmy with a very tiny kitten with two whole ears and two very bright eyes. This story may sound strange to you, so perhaps I had better add that it is really true. --Mary M. Naylor. HOW GOD ANSWERED DONALD'S PRAYER God often uses children to win grown folks for Christ. Little children not only have a deep faith but a childlike trust in believing that God answers their prayers. "All that ye ask in my name, _believing, that ye shall receive_." As a young girl, I went to Sunday School and learned about Jesus. Although I knew about my Savior and what He had done to save me, yet I never accepted Him as _my own Redeemer_ and Friend. As years went by, I went into sin and shared in the common sins of worldly people. I knew better than to do the things I did, but sin is a miry clay pulling its victims down deeper and deeper. For ten years I never entered a church house except to attend my father's funeral. I saw him go into eternity without being able to point him to the "Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the world." During these years I had married and God had given us a dear little boy. Donald began to attend Sunday School early in years. Often on Sunday mornings he would get ready for Sunday School after a sleepless night. Wild parties were a part of the ungodly life we lived in our home. Sometimes I took him to the church house door and there he would beg me to come in and meet the Christian people who, he said, would be so glad to see me.