A Testimony

A Testimony By he Roy C. Snow, of the General Board Y. M. M. I. A.

It was a cold, dismal day, Thursday, December 26, 1907. A little girl,eleven years old, walked through the Eagle Gate and turned west on South Temple. That stalwart man of God, Francis M. Lyman, came out of the President's Office and turned east as he reached the sidewalk. This great and kind man met the little girl, and said, as he recognized her: "Why, Lucile, how do you do?" Little Lucile looked up into his face with tears in her eyes. Realizing her grief, President Lyman continued "Why are :

you crying, is there anything I can do for you?" "Yes, President Lyman," she said, "my dear mama is suffering, oh so much, and I know if you will come and bless her she will get better." The servant of the Lord was deeply touched by the little girl's faith and earnestness, and replied: "Yes, my dear, I will go with you right now." He took her little hand and they walked together, this great and good man clothed with the Priesthood of God, and the innocent little girl who was seeking a blessing for her poor, suffering mother. They entered the home, and as they approached the mother's bed, President Lyman said: "Sister Minnie, the Lord has sent me here. He sent little Lucile to get me to come and give you a blessing. I feel that the Lord will grant you any desire which you may have in your heart at this time, if you will but make it known." The suffering mother hesitated, then turned her head, full of pain, and answered: "Well, President Lyman, I have never been willing to give up until now. I have always hoped that, perhaps in some miraculous way, I should be healed and be permitted to return to my work in the Lord's service; but if my time has now come, I shall go fully reconciled to the will of God. Yes, I have a desire that I hope may be granted me. I have suffered constant and terrible pain, not for days and weeks, but for months and years, and I do desire that I may be relieved of this suffering during the last hours of my life." The servant of the Lord placed his hands upon her head, blessed her, rebuked the pain and solemnly made the promise, in the name of the Lord, that her suffering should cease and that she should enjoy peace during life's last hours. Lucile's face was filled with joy. I went to the bedside and