and he was arrested right after leaving
the meeting on the charge of robbing a man on the Bowery at 9:30 P.M.

When he was arrested he sent for me and told me why he was arrested. Now
I knew he had not robbed any one while he was with me.

The day of his trial came on. Judge Crane was the judge--a good clean
man. After the man had sworn that J---- was the man who robbed him I was
asked to go on the stand and tell what I knew. I told him I was a
missionary to the Bowery, and that J----, the man arrested, was not the
man who did the robbing, for he was with me at the time the robbery took
place.

Judge Crane asked my name. I told him and gave him a brief history of my
past life. He was amazed. Then I spoke a few words to the jury. The case
was then given to the jury, and after twenty minutes they came in with
a verdict of not guilty.

My dear readers, suppose Reilly (Ranney), the crook of sixteen years
before, had been on that witness-stand. The Judge would have asked my
name and when I'd said, "Reilly, the crook," they would have sent both
of us off to prison for life. But the past has been blotted out through
Jesus, and it was the word of the redeemed crook that set J---- free.

There are lots of cases I could write about where men are arrested and
send for me. I go to the Tombs to see them, and as I go up the big stone
steps where the visitors go in, the big barred gate opens, and the
warden touches his hat and says, "How do you do, Mr. Ranney," and I go
in. There's always a queer feeling comes over me when that gate is shut
behind me. I realize that I am coming out in an hour or so, but there
was a time when I was shoved through the old gate, and didn't know when
I would come out.

A COUNT DISGUISED AS A TRAMP

One night in Mariners' Temple, on Chatham Square, I was leading a
meeting for men; it was near closing time and the invitation had been
given. There were three men at the front on their knees calling on God
to help them.

I look back to that night as one I never can forget. One of the men who
came up front had no coat; it had been stolen from him in some saloon
while he was in a drunken sleep, so he told me. After prayer had been
offered and we got on our feet we asked the men to give their testimony.
In fact, I think it is a good thing for them to testify, as it helps
them when they have declared themselves before the others. They each
gave a short testimony in which they said that they intended to