"The anxiety of the next two hours, I shall never forget. The young missionaries were calm and undisturbed, but while I listened to the truths they were telling me, my heart was anxiously waiting the return of the warden. "At last he came. "'Good news?' I cried anxiously. "'Yes,' answered the warden, smiling on us all. 'I got him, but we'll have to rid the country of you tomorrow--cross the border you must, or surely die.' "'Thank God!' I exclaimed. 'And we--we must be baptized before they go!' "'You're running quick, Mon,' said the warden, 'What's the hurry?' "'We might never have the chance again, as the missoinaries are leaving. You will baptize me?' I asked them. "'Yes, indeed,--We will do all we can for you before we leave,' they answered happily. "That evening we were baptized. I shall never forget the glorious moon shining on the waters,--the clear frosty air that invigorated our bodies, and yet did not chill. "When we returned to the jail, we spent an hour in prayer and never did I feel the Lord's Spirit, as I did within those prison walls that night. "The next day before dawn, I took our prisoners out of town and saw them safely across the border. "'I wish that you could go back to America with us,' they said anxiously. "'Oh, don't worry about me,' I replied joyously, I'll have to keep the faith a secret here, but I'm going home at Christmas-time, and when I tell them all, they'll rejoice and accept the Gospel, too. Then, I will not fear, for father's an influential man.' "'God grant that it may be so,' returned the missionaries, 'and the warden?' "'He, too, has a large family to convert.' "So we bade one another 'good-bye,' and I returned to the jail. "It wanted only three months to Christmas, and the time passed quickly and happily. "When the holidays came, I bade good-bye to the warden. "Axel, don't lose the faith, it'll be hard to stand alone.' "'You're not coming back?' asked the warden in surprise. "'I hardly expect to,' I replied. 'You know, Axel, father can afford it, and I'm going to ask him to let me go to America, and when I've learned more of the Gospel, I'll come back on a mission.' "'Man proposes, and God disposes, Mon,' replied the warden sadly. "'Ah! but you don't know how religious my father is!' I explained with confidence. "'And as narrow as the rest of them, no doubt,' returned the warden shortly. 'Well, old boy,' he added, grasping my hand warmly, 'I wish you luck and if prayers help, you can count on mine!' "And so we parted. "Christmas-time in Norway is a time of great feasting, hospitality, and good-will toward all. "How light was my heart as I entered the old home and received the warm welcome of my parents and sisters! "'We've certainly missed you, Mon,' they all agreed. 'But now we'll have such a splendid Yule-tide to make up for it.' "'Splendid Yule-tide,--yes!' I thought exultingly, 'They little know what a wonderful gift I am bringing home to them all.'