Friday 16 Apr 1920, Vol 33, No 52--SEEMS A MIRACLE--Mrs. Charlie Pattrick, accompanied by Mrs. Joe Allen, returned Wednesday night from St. Louis, where she took her six year old afflicted daughter for treatment by the healer, James Moore Hickson. The child, who had never walked a step and whose limbs were deformed, and who has never talked, is already improving. When asked who is healing her, instead of giving a verbal answer as most children would do, she throws back her head and looks upward, as much as to say that God is the healer. In speaking of her trip and of the wonderful work which Dr. Hickson is doing Mrs. Pattrick said: "The streets were packed in each direction from St. Peters Church, where Dr. Hickson appeared. Automobiles lined the side streets and were packed in every available space. I went to the church on Tuesday, hoping to get in, although my card did not call for an interview until Wednesday, but found that I could not get within a block of the church. A friendly policeman, seeing that my baby was in a bad condition, took me into the church and secured an interview for that day. "The healer had the afflicted ones brought to the altar and passed along the line, laying his hands on each one as he was praying. He did this twice for my baby, which was the only one I saw treated twice. The first time he prayed that all of her infirmities might be cured and the second that she might receive strength with which to regain health. He told me that her recovery would be by degrees, owing to her physical weakness. Since coming home she has been sitting in her chair at the table and trying to talk some, which are things she never done before. She can now stand when we help her by holding her hands. Before this she could not support herself without the help of our hands under her arms. "People of all kinds were to be seen among the multitude that had come to the healer. The blind and the crippled, black and white, poor and wealthy were all there. Many did not gain an audience with the healer. Mrs. Joe Allen who went with me, saw one old darkey go into the church on crutches and come out walking without them. She was shouting and rejoicing so that the police, fearing she would injure herself, took her in charge and quieted her. Perhaps the most pitiful spectacle was that of a small child brought to Dr. Hickson in the arms of her mother. She could not walk or talk but was stiff and inert as a corpse. We heard of the case of a man whose sight had been restored immediately by the healer. Over 8000 people were treated in the three days that he was in St. Louis. I was probably the only one from Monroe county, but several were there from Moberly, Centralia and other surrounding towns." Dr. Hickson does not claim to heal the afflicted through his own power. He says that it is through God's power and faith in Him. He directs all those who come to him to pray daily, if possible at high noon, so that it may serve as a link, uniting all those who have the cause at heart. Following is a copy of the prayer to be used: O God, our Heavenly Father, we pray for Thy blessing upon the Christian Healing Mission. Bless, protect and guide those who have gone forth in the name of Thy Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ. May all that they do be directed and governed by Thee. May they be so filled with the Spirit of Christ that they may be bearers of His Light to those that sit in darkness, for the setting at liberty of souls whom Satan hath bound, and for the healing of all who are sick and suffering in mind and body. And we ask that they and all who are linked with them in prayer may be ever united in Thy Love, and protected from every snare of the enemy; so that by Thy Grace Thy purposes may be fulfilled to the glory of Thy Holy Name; for Jesus' name, Amen--Paris Appeal. Friday 16 Apr 1920, Vol 33, No 52--IN MEMORY OF W. W. MATTOCKS--Died April 7, 1920, at 5:15 a.m., in Pueblo, Colo., aged 46 years, 3 months and 13 days. He had been in the state hospital in that place about thirteen months, his mind being affected from that dread disease, flu. He had been an invalid most all his life, having to quit school at the age of ten. He had been a member of the Baptist church at Pueblo for about ten years. He leaves to mourn his departure his wife and two sons; a dear old mother, Mrs. Jane Mattocks of this place; one sister, Mrs. Lena Edwards, also of Higbee; two brothers, James Mattocks of 2867 Arlington Ave., St. Louis, and Charles Mattocks of Chaffee, Mo. He was well known in Higbee, having resided here many years, but went to Colorado ten years ago for his health. When he was here to visit us three years ago last Christmas, he gave evidence that he was a Christian boy, so we can say that he is not dead, but sleepeth. Some sweet day, by and bye, we shall meet him again over there where there is no sickness, no pain, nor death. Willie has only paid the debt we will all have to pay sooner or later. God grant that when the summons comes we shall be as ready as Willie was. No doubt he longed for the touch of the hand of a mother, who never ceased to pray for him, night and day. Someday, some time, we will understand. "The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away, Blessed be the name of the Lord." MOTHER, BROTHERS, SISTER. Friday 16 Apr 1920, Vol 33, No 52--Born on the 5th, to Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Roberts, Jr, a son. Friday 16 Apr 1920, Vol 33, No 52--Born, on the 12th, to Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Edwards, a daughter. Friday 16 Apr 1920, Vol 33, No 52--Born, on the 13th, to Mr. and Mrs. Everett Jackson, a daughter. Friday 16 Apr 1920, Vol 33, No 52--Mrs. Wm. Lambier was called to Kansas City Sunday by the death of the daughter born on the 4th to her sister, Mrs. Stephen Hart. Friday 16 Apr 1920, Vol 33, No 52--IN MEMORY OF JOHN S. RULE--In memory of one we loved who left us April 22, 1918. Precious John is wrapped in slumber sweet, and laid in earth's cold bed, Away from those who loved him, How we miss him since he is dead. Gone from earth, yes, gone forever, Tear-dimmed eyes shall gaze in vain, We shall hear his voice, Oh, never, Nevermore on earth again. Home is sad, yes, sad and dreary, Lonesome every spot, Listening for your voice till weary, For we hear you not. We loved you, yes, no tongue can tell. God loved you and thought it best, To take you home to be at rest. Rest from all sorrow and waiting fears, Rest from all possible sighing and tears, Rest in God's endless wonderful years, In a home of eternal rest. MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. Kathy Bowlin Additions, corrections, comments welcome.