him of the Adventist and of their belief that the second coming of Christ was nigh and he replied. ''Mein Herr kommt noch lange nicht'' [My Lord delayeth His coming].

I said, ''Please read Matt. 24: 48, and she read, ''So aber jener, der boeser knecht, wird i(x)? Seinem hertzen sagen; Mein Herr kommt noch lange nicht. [And if that evil servant shall say in his heart, my lord delayeth His coming] I asked her. ''What was the evil servant to say?''

She said, ''Mein Herr kommt noch lange nicht.''

''What did the minister say?''

He said, ''Mein Herr kommt noch lange nicht,'' ''Then what kind of a servant is the minister?''

''Er ist ein boeser knecht [He is an evil servant] He said he would like to read the Scriptures with you.''

''He can have that privilege any time.'' It was arranged that we should meet at the Borman home, and search the Scripture together; but before the appointed evening came, it was evident the house would not hold the people that would come; so the minister invited us into his church, and we searched the Scriptures together for two evenings; the result of which was that the Borman family accepted the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus.

The work grew, until the spring of 1888 saw the Adventist people of Winona in possession of a neat church, and a house that answered well for a parsonage. Thus grew the word of the Lord and prospered. Since then the little company of believers have been called to pass through trials, and some have removed to other parts, while others have gone to rest a little season until the Lifegiver shall come. I hope and pray that others may be raised up to go with the little company to the kingdom of God. We remained in Winona until the spring of 1889, when we removed to Whitewater Valley, the place where I found my wife, twenty years before.

We passed by the old house in which we were married, and the schoolhouse wherein I had taught school. A flood of old memories came thronging into our minds by these reminders of the olden times. The Summer of 1889, Brother Hultreich Graf and I ran tent meetings at Stockton and Lewiston, but with indifferent success.