We had no heat in the dormitories, but one day Mrs. Richard Butler, a wealthy woman of the city, was ordered by the Spirit to visit the Mission. She came by Mr. Gordon's office in her carriage and he took her through our building. She saw our first need was heat. She sent immediately to a hardware store and ordered a large stove for the third floor with a drum for the fourth story, and through her kindness the men were given heat, but not until after two deaths, caused by cold, hunger and wet clothing, had about broken our hearts. I remember a young, fair-haired man from Virginia, evidently well born and bred, coming in one night, slightly under the influence of liquor. It was a rainy, snowy night; his clothing was wet and he was suffering from a severe cold. When the meeting was over he started to go up stairs, which had nearly a zero temperature. I begged him to stay by the fire and sleep on a bench, if needed, but he petulantly refused. He was dead by nine o'clock next morning. I had wept all the way home, for I feared just what happened. Mrs. Butler's stove put an end to that. She furnished coal for the entire winter. Now that we had beds and heat, I saw we could not keep the beds clean without bathing facilities. So at our next Board meeting I said, “Brethren, we need a good shower-bath with warm and cold water so that men soiled and weary can have the comfort of a warm bath.” All the members of the Board demurred on account of the expense. Then I said, “Brethren, if I make myself responsible for the eighty-five dollars needed and you are in no way held for it, may I have the bath put in at once?” Of course, they wanted the bath, as they saw how much it was needed, and gave cordial consent. I purchased a rubber stamp, and on the outside of our first circulars which we issued I stamped the words, “I have made myself personally responsible for the cost of a shower-bath. Help a little.” And with my own contributions the bath was paid for as per contract. That fall we put out a circular folder, of which the following is the open letter, and is introduced only to give the continuity of this work so that my friends may know the aim, object and history of the Mission from the beginning: GOSPEL MISSION, 1230 PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. DEAR FRIEND: Under the blessing of God and the guidance of the Holy Spirit, a Rescue Mission has been opened at No. 1230 Pennsylvania Avenue, N. W., where nightly gospel services will be conducted and the Lord Christ held up to view as a Saviour “mighty to save and strong to deliver.”