Another time she was impressed to write to Mrs. V., who had a daughter who was born deaf and dumb, and who seventeen months ago was run into by a street car, the result of which was she was paralyzed from the hips down, and the doctors put her in plaster of paris cast.
Mrs. V. brought her daughter to St. Louis, and called and asked the sister to come and pray for her. She went, and as she was praying fell under the power of the Holy Ghost, and talked with the daughter, using the deaf and dumb language, although she did not, and does not know a single letter of it, telling her how to give herself to the Lord. Then when the sick deaf and dumb one prayed she also fell under the power of the Holy Ghost, and spoke, saying, “I see Jesus; He said, ‘You can walk,’ and reached out His hand.” She took the tips of his fingers, and rose right up out of bed, the cast breaking, and walked across to her father, and as she reached out and touched him on the forehead, he too fell under the power of God, and was saved, also seven others.
The next day she went home and spoke over the telephone to a friend, who had been a cripple, using crutches for sixteen years, but she would not believe that a girl born deaf and dumb could hear and talk, but said, “It is Agnes,” the name of a girl friend of hers.
She replied, “Come over and see.” When the cripple entered on her crutches, and saw Verne healed, she cried, “If you can walk, I can too,” and threw away her crutches and walked.
A Sister was suffering from appendicitis, gallstone and another disease. One day she became unconscious, and remained so until nine p.m. The people she lived with had her removed to the City Hospital. When she came to, she found herself in bed there, and they told her she would have to be operated on.
An operation was performed, and twenty-five stitches were taken. She got so bad after it, that she could not see nor speak, and they put a death screen round her, as is customary when a patient is about to die, and a doctor and a nurse were watching for her to die.
A Sister from the Mission came to visit her and said, when leaving, “We will pray for you to be healed at nine o’clock,” and two nurses standing by heard it.”
During the day she got worse, her limbs turning black up to the elbows and knees, and her fingers stiff; she also had hemor-
