t to stand here before you
people and thank God for keeping me for one whole month; and, men, this
is the happiest month I've spent in my life. I asked God to help me and
He is doing so. I only wish some of you men would take Jesus as your
friend and keeper the same as I have. I'm going to stick, with God's
help. I want you Christian people to keep on praying for me, as I feel
some one has," and he sat down. Oh, how I did thank God for that
testimony! You know a person can tell the true ring of anything, gold,
silver, brass, everything, and I knew the ring of that testimony.

Jim stayed after the meeting and we talked things over pretty well. He
was a mechanic, but his tools were in pawn. I said, "Jim, I'll meet you
to-morrow and we will go and get your tools out." In the morning Jim and
I went down to the pawnbroker in New Chambers Street, and Jim produced
the tickets, paid the money due, with interest, and received his stock
in trade, the tools.

The next thing was a job. I knew a boss mason who was putting up a
building in Catherine Street. We saw the boss and he took Jim on. He
went to work and made good. He would always come and see me at night,
and always testify to God's keeping power. He would ask me, "Do you
think I can get back to my wife and children again?" "Yes," I would
answer; "wait a little while. Have you written to her?" "Yes." "Got any
answer?" "Yes, a couple of letters, but I don't think she takes any
stock in my conversion. Dan, can't we have our pictures taken together?
I have written my wife a lot about you. I told her you were worse than I
ever was. Perhaps if she sees our faces and sees how I look, she may
think of old times and give me one more chance."

Jim had been four months converted at this time, and God had him by the
hand. It was great to see that big strong man, like a little child in
God's love. We went out and had our pictures taken and Jim asked me to
write and urge his wife to give him one more chance. I did as Jim wanted
me; in fact, I wrote her about everything he said and enclosed the
picture.

Every night Jim would come around with the question, "Danny, any word
from up State yet?" "Not yet, Jim: have a little patience, she will
write soon." We finally got the longed-for letter, but it wasn't
favorable. Among other things she said she took no stock in her husband,
and that she knew he was the same old good-for-nothing, etc. It was hard
lines for poor Jim, who was reading th