This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 Excerpt: ...done. There are many in the distant country where she is working for God who bless Him for her to-day, but among them there is no one more conscious than she is herself of the greatness of His mercy. We do not always see results directly. Why, there is a woman now in one of our Homes who was spoken to and regularly visited in a gay house twelve or thirteen years ago. I daresay some of the Officers who did the work then imagined their visits vain; but she has come at last. I remember a clergyman's daughter to whom I gave a ticket one night. She seemed unwilling to listen, but I talked to her a little, and said, "Put the card in your pocket, anyway. You may A Clergyman's Daughter. need a friend some day, and if you do we shall be glad to help you." I neither saw nor heard of that girl for a long, long time. Then one day I walked into a work-room in one of our Homes, and there she sat! She died a few months later, and to The Army nurse, who tended her to the last, she said, "I was saved through what Adjutant Hillyer said to me on Piccadilly that night long ago." There was Kathleen, too. I spoke to her just outside Swan and Edgar's. One morning I was asked by the Officer who opened the letters if I knew V K. I said "No." "She has asked to be allowed to enter the Home at once." I knew no such name, but when she arrived it was Kathleen. So convicted had the girl become that she had risen from her bed at 3 a.m. to write that letter, and run out there and then to post it, lest anything Midnight Repentance. should tempt her back to sin. Part of her penitence was to sign her own name; so, naturally, I did not know it was my girl. Kathleen is still in the same situation as we sent her to, over six years ago, and a member of a we...