I need praying for, I suppose, if anybody does.

I'm going where I can't be prayed for, pretty fast, I guess." Tip had no answer to make to that.
"So you prayed for me too, did you ?" his father asked presently.
"Yes, and I do every day, father; I _do_ want you to know Jesus." A long silence followed, and then the sick man spoke again: "Well, Tip, I'm glad that you've got right, gladder than I can tell you.
My father was a good man, and tried to make me do what was right; but I went all wrong, wasted my whole life, and brought up my children to do so too; but you're getting on without my help, and I'm glad you'll grow up to be a good man, and be a comfort to your mother when I'm gone.

But I don't know that you need ask folks to pray for me; it's too late,--I've gone too far to get back." Tip's bold, prompt manner did not forsake him now; he answered quickly,-- "Father, I don't believe any such thing.

God doesn't say anything about it's being too late; and He says if we want anything very much, and pray for it, and it's good to have, He'll give it to us; and I'm bound to believe Him.

Once I prayed for Kitty, and prayed and prayed, and it didn't do a bit of good, until at last Mr.Holbrook told me that maybe it was because I didn't really believe any of the time that God was going to do what I wanted Him to; and I found out that was it.