The Journals of Martha E. McMillan

24 July. Monday. Early this morning, we were all up and on the move. I will say here that we had all our plans made to go to (____town) Wednesday. Had written them to meet us at the train. I regretted this much but could not see any too clear to do anything else- but in answer to prayer the whole program was changed. Aunt Mary began to see the matter differently. She arose early and wrote we will leave for home Wednesday. I am surely (relieved?) and I do feel and know that God doth both hear and answer prayer. This A.M. Aunt Mary went up town and I called to see Grandmother Clogston. I am sorry I did not find my way to her house oftener. 25 July. Tuesday. A beautiful day after the rain. This is our last day in Lyons. This A.M. we took advantage of our short time and called to see Mrs. (Bearn?) and Mrs. Stines- these people are Jews- rich and cultivated but stand firm in their religion. We called to see Mrs. (Shields?). She is a lovely up to date lady. One of the Mrs. Stines we called to see at the store. This afternoon day was the day of the W.C.T.U. meeting that has been announced for two weeks which Aunt Mary and I have been asked to address. I (come?) not help but think how true the words- “A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own house.” The words were verified today. Let the good folks of Cedarville think of me as they please. The city went out after us here. O what a meeting we did have. They had quite a revival among the workers and among those who were not workers. There were eight new members added to the Union, and great courage and joy felt by all. At the close of the meeting, refreshments were served. This has been a bright happy day in my life. The memory will follow on down the years. This evening I called to see the sick boy Elliot Holtzman and told him good by. I also went around to see dear old Grandmother Clogston again to see and speak to her once more. She is beloved of God, so full of love, for both God and man. She and her daughter, Mrs. Harwood, were both at the meeting this afternoon and Stella (Mc?). The double parlors were nicely filled. We have all had a busy day. All are tired this evening. But I must sleep- I am happy for tomorrow we go home. Lyons and Uncle John’s are bright, but home is brighter. Everything points that way. That is the only place I can think of tonight. 26 July. Wednesday. This is a beautiful morning. I am seated in our bedroom by the window at Uncle John’s The sun is just rising. This is our last morning here. The train will move out in a little while, and we will be gone. It is four weeks tomorrow since we came and what beautiful weeks they have been, but they are gone. but they will never die. How many dear good people we have met. How much we have been helped, and I can only hope how much we have helped. Uncle John and Aunt Mary and Annabel and Helen and Lucille are all here. This is my last words in this journal. We will start from here at seven, go on through train from Indianapolis. 158