"But the prayers of the Saints, lifted me out of myself, and I fulfilled my mission, with some happy results. "When I reached home in Utah, I told my wife about my sad home in Norway. "'Mon,' she said with her eyes glowing with faith, 'We will pray every night that the Lord will save your sister for the Gospel.' "So every night at family prayers, my sister and her family were remembered. "Years passed. My eldest boy, Mon, was twenty years old. The Church called him on a mission to Norway. "'Father,' he said to me, earnestly, 'I'll pray God to let me bring your sister back to America.' "'May the Lord so will it!' I answered fervently, with a sudden longing for my own kinsfolk. "When my son arrived in Norway, he went immediately to the old home. It was sold and my sister departed, none knew where. "This news was a great disappointment, but my son wrote hopefully. "'God can overcome anything, father. Have faith and pray. I'll find her yet.' "One month later came another letter from Norway. "'Dear father:--I have found your sister,--in fact, I am now boarding at her boarding-house. Her husband died, leaving her almost penniless, after squandering away the estate. "'She doesn't know that I am her nephew. "'When she and two daughters--young ladies now--were in great trouble, some "Mormons" crossed her path, and with the usual kindness, helped her through sickness and trial. She is almost converted to the faith. When she knew that I was a "Mormon," she rejoiced, and every chance we have, we are together, talking of the Gospel. Surely God led me right to her house, in answer to our prayers. "'Last night she told me that she had a great weight on her heart--she did not believe that she was worthy to be baptized. "'I asked her to confide in me. "'She then told me with tears in her eyes, how she had treated her brother. "'Will you write to your folks," she asked humbly, "and ask them to try to find him? I must ask his forgiveness, before I think of being baptized." "'So dear father, write to her as soon as you can to console her broken heart and give her hope.' "I'll never forget that letter and the joy we all felt. "I was blest with wealth and a happy home, and my good wife said: 'Mon, your sister must come to Zion! She and her daughters shall be happy near her brother.' "So I wrote, and enclosed money for my sister and her children to come to Zion. "My son baptized them, and then they came to Zion. O, what a joyful re-union was ours! My dear sister you all knew, humble and sweet to her death. The two daughters have happy homes, not far from here, and are bringing up their children in the faith! How great and good the Lord is!" As brother Madson stopped speaking, everyone sat thoughtfully silent. "And the Warden?" asked Betty in subdued excitement. "Is right here," said Brother Jacobson, smiling. "I'm the Warden, and thank God for being able to spend my last days near the jailor!" Mrs. Catt broke the silence.