A Barrel of Flour

For the “Faith Home for Incurables “Mr. H. received, one day, five dollars. A barrel of flour was terribly needed. He went to a large house in New York, hoping the Lord would incline the proprietor to sell him a barrel for that sum. He felt too poor, was not willing; and with a heavy heart, Mr. H. returned, asking the Lord what next he should do. He 6alled at the store of a friend, where the following conversation took place.” Well, did you get the flour? ““I did not; they feel too poor, and I am terrihly disappointed.’ It is almost dark now; I have lost my time going over there, and at this hour, the flour merchants here are closed.”” Well,

Mr. called here, and I told him you were in, and on

what errand you had gone to New York. He said he would send a barrel to my store if I would send it up to the Home; and I did so, about an hour ago.”