Is there anything in which I can assist you ?" "Yes--yes--pray for--my guilty soul." It was no new thing for Dr.Barton to do: an earnest Christian, he ministered to the souls as well as the bodies of his patients.

He knelt and offered up a fervent prayer for the dying one, that repentance and remission of sins might be given him, that he might have a saving faith in the Lord Jesus, and trusting only in His imputed righteousness, be granted an abundant entrance into His kingdom and glory.
"Thanks--doctor," gasped Wilkins, "I--I've been a bad man; a--very bad, wicked--man; can there be any hope for--me ?" "'Whosoever _will_ let him take the water of life freely.' 'Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.'" "Isn't it--too--late ?" The hollow eyes gazed despairingly into the doctor's face.
"'Whosoever will': you may come if you will; so long as death has not fixed your eternal state." "I will! Lord, help--save me! me a poor--lost--vile--helpless--sinner!" he cried, lifting his eyes and clasped hands to heaven, while great tears coursed down his sunken cheeks.

"I cast myself--at--thy feet; oh pardon, save me or--I am--lost--lost forever." The eyes closed, the hands dropped, and for a moment they thought he had passed away with that agonized cry for mercy and forgiveness; but a deep sigh heaved his breast, his lips moved, and his mother bent over him to catch the words.
"Leland; send--for--him." With streaming eyes she turned to Elsie and repeated the words, adding, "Do you think he would come ?" "I am quite sure of it.

I will go for him at once." The white lips were moving again.
The mother explained, amid her choking sobs.

"He says the wife too, and--and your husband and father.