The Lord miraculously sent a good sister to our home from Washington. She
arrived the morning I was leaving for Texas. When she discovered the
circumstances, and that wife was sick, she said, "Now I know why the Lord
sent me here, and I'm here to stay until Sister Susag is well."
So I went to San Antonio. This was in the year 1902. At one place where I
had to change trains on the way, I took my grip and walked out on the
platform toward the train I was to take. There I stood and did not get on
the train, and the train pulled out without me. I walked back to the depot,
and the agent asked me whether I had intended to take that train and why I
did not get on it. I simply told him I didn't know why. "Well," he said,
"you fool, you will now have to wait four hours and take a slow train." (I
understood a little later why I was held back from boarding that train.
Only forty-five miles out it became derailed and some forty passengers were
seriously injured and, if my memory is correct, some were killed.)
When the tent meeting was over at San Antonio, Bro. Nelson left with me and
we were expecting to stop over in Hamilton and Kingston, Mo. to hold some
services. As we came closer to the first place Bro. Nelson said, "Here the
saints are well-to-do people." So, I thought, if they are well-to-do we
will not need to spend our time asking God for our car fare, for they well
know that preachers need car fare. The congregation rented a room for us
about a couple of blocks from the depot and we ate our meals in the
different homes.
After the meeting had closed and we had gone to our room at eleven p. m.,
Brother Nelson asked me whether I had received money for our car fare. I
told him I had not; that I thought he had received it all, since he had
been there before. But he hadn't received any. We then decided we had
better see whether we had enough money to take us to the next place.
Brother Nelson had enough for his fare and eight cents over; I was lacking
two dollars. We were to leave on the four-thirty train in the morning, and
now we had to pray the Lord to get us the two dollars!
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