Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1867-05-02
GALLIPoLIs, OHIO, MAY 2, 1867.

you must not fall, for our sake
Here we are-our little children an6
myself. Hold on! Take off You
stocking and begin to unravel it
Tie the end of yarn to bit Of NOR
tar or a piece of brick, which yor
can break off. Then keep on unrav.
cling, and let the bit of mortar ol
brick slowly down-do you hear
me?"
The people were as silent as the
grave. He made a motion with his
hand, indicating that he understood
what was said. The people did not
know how a stocking and piece oi
mortar could save her husband.
Mr.. Singer slowly took off one ol
his boots pulled out the end of one
of his stockings, which he slipped
off his foot, fastened it to piece Of
brick, and gradually unrayeled the
stocking. The thin thread came
down shaking in the wind. But Al
last it reached the two hands which
were stretched out ready to receive
it.
What was to be done now? Let us
wait and see what Mrs. Singer is
still thinking about. She said:
"Give me large ball of strong
twine." In a few minutes she had
it, and fastened the end of it to the
end of the yarn. "Now, draw up
the yarn again." she called out to
her husband. He heard and slowly
drew it up. By and-by he held the
twine in his hand; the other end oi
the twine being still on the ground
Then Mrs. Singer fastened the twine
to the rope and called out;
"Now, if you can draw the rope
up and fasten it to the chimney, YOU
will be safe" He heard her. Peo
pie who were looking at him through
opera glasses saw him smile. They
breathed freer, for they could see
how he might be alle to get down
again.
Finally, the rope was at the top
"God be praisedl'' shouted every
body. ''God be praised, that noble
man Is almost safe nowr' His
wife said, Eyes, God be praised
He will answer prayer. He has an
swered mine. He it was who showed
me how to rescue my husband. -
Then she buried her face in heI
hands.
The question now is, sis Mr..
Singer so weak that he has not
strength enough to. let himself
down?'' His wife bows in prayer,
saying:
'Now l can do no more, Heavenly
Father; but pray Thee to save him.
Do save my husband, for Jesus
sake"
The people were moved to tears.
She arose calmly, took q seat, and
did not even look up to see how her
husband was getting along. She
looked as if perfectly sure that heI
prayer was answered.
All at once the people shouted al
the top of their voices, "He is safe.
He Is safe!n Ella and Willie ranup
to their father, and he kissed them
many times. He was weeping, and
his heart was feeling too deeply for
him to speak. He could only weep
and smile. God had saved him
All hearts were happy.
The next day was Thanksgiving
Day. The people sent many little
presents to Mr. Singer and his fami-
ly. In the evening Elias mother
called her up and said: "My child,
do you know that the stocking you
knit was the means of saving your
fathers life? You cried because ]
wanted you to work a little. Neither
you or l knew then what your work
would eventually do. How glad
am that you obeyed me! l know
you are very thankful for what you
have done. / hope that you and all
the boys and girls in this great world
will always do willingly what their
parents tell them. Such work may
save the life of somebody whom they
love-"