Lucy's Letter--The School Teacher CHAPTER XXVII. San Quentin--We Secure a Lovely Property CHAPTER XXVIII. God's Best CHAPTER XXIX. Dedication of Beth-Adriel CHAPTER XXX. The Juvenile Court Commission--Henry CHAPTER XXXI. The Annual Board Meeting--Dollie's Story CHAPTER XXXII. Lost Sheep--The Ex-prisoners' Home--Hospital Scenes CHAPTER XXXIII. A Wonderful Leading--How Girls Are Lured to the Dance-halls CHAPTER XXXIV. The Women of B--- up in Arms--The Sisters Taken Home CHAPTER XXXV. Santa Cruz--Beba's Letter--The Earthquake CHAPTER XXXVI. Relief Duty--San Francisco--Miss B---- CHAPTER XXXVII. The Home Repaired--Mrs. S----'s Experience CHAPTER XXXVIII. The Annual Board Meeting--Results CHAPTER XXXIX. A Trip East--I Escape from a Confidence Woman CHAPTER XL. My Homeward Journey--Land for the Training School and Home CHAPTER XLI. I Call on the Governor and Then Go South CHAPTER XLII. Los Angeles Dance-halls and Other Places CHAPTER XLIII. Woman Employed at Dance-hall Tells of Many Pitfalls CHAPTER XLIV. Sarah CHAPTER XLV. The Women Prisoners of San Quentin CHAPTER XLVI. Vallejo, Mare Island, and Alcatraz CHAPTER XLVII. Irene's Awful Fate--The Wages of Sin CHAPTER XLVIII. My Return to the Missionary Field CHAPTER XLIX. Some Precious Letters from Precious Children CHAPTER L. Conclusion LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Florence (Mother) Roberts The Dive-keeper's Daughter Mary The Redwood City Street Meeting Scene in a Morphine Den "99 years, Mother Roberts!" Poor Joe! View of Yard and Prisoners' Quarters, Represa, near Folsom Bird's Eye View of San Quentin "Everybody helped grease the hill I was sliding down. I soon reached the bottom" Poor Elsie! Scene in a Dive Dance-hall The Chittenden Home Some Mother's Wandering Girl San Quentin. Prison Yard View of Warden's House, etc., Represa LIST OF SONGS. Words and Music by Mother Roberts. The Messengers (the Doves) Her Voice Still Nearer Was It You? The Songs My Mother Sang The Value of a Song Some Mother's Wandering Girl INTRODUCTION REPLYING TO YOUR QUESTION. "How did it happen that you became so deeply interested in rescue work, Mrs. Roberts?" Hundreds of times has this question been asked of me in various parts of this State (California). In order, whenever time and place permitted, to answer intelligently, I have replied by relating the story of my conversion, through a vision, which occurred on the afternoon of Sunday, Sept. 13, 1896. For some time prior to this, with my husband, J. H. Roberts, a mining man, also my son, an only child of fourteen, I had been living about two and one-half miles from Angels, Calaveras County, California.