Saving Others.—In the awful electric-train disaster at Atlantic City, N. J., October 28, in which three cars plunged into the bay and fifty-eight were drowned, there were some marvelous escapes. Two men stopped at Pleasantville, because something told them not to go on to Atlantic City. One woman, a Mrs. McDonald, tells the following experience:
“When the cars went overboard, I was looking out of the window. It was terrible. I saw that we were all doomed, and my first thought was of my husband. The cars plunged over, and the water began gurgling into the windows and doorways. Fortunately, I am a good swimmer. The Lord only knows how I broke my way through a window, but I did it. As I rose to the surface I thought of my husband and dived down with a faint hope that I could reach him. I went down and down, and finally grabbed hold of a body. I came up with it, but discovered that I had rescued some other man, and he got safely ashore. I dived twice more, and each time I brought up a strange man. The fourth time I went down I reached my husband, and succeeded in landing him safely ashore.”
If she had found her husband first, the three others would not have been saved. Had God nothing to do with this?