The Coming of Miss McLean--A Death-Blow--
The Gospel Tent--Four Scenes--Organiza-
tion of Missionary Society--Big Eats--An
I WAS sitting in the Presbyterian Church in Ionia, Michigan, one Sunday evening in the summer of '92, when I saw the face of a woman I had not seen for years.
We had known each other in North Dakota, she had moved away, and long after we had returned to Canada.
Next day I sat quietly nearly half an hour in her company, while a friend kept up a conversation, before making myself known.
I told her I felt sure that God had brought us together again that she might hear about the Training School and go to it.
She went, and from the very first wrote of her desire to come and help me after graduation.
"I cannot do the missionary part of the work," she wrote, "but I'm sure I can take some of the responsibilities off your shoulders."
When there was a room to live in I wrote to the Board asking that Miss Mary McLean be sent to Saddle Mountain.