at letter over my shoulder. I
looked at him. I could see some of the old Devil come into his eyes. The
wife little knew what an escape Jim had then and there. I cheered him up
and we got on our knees and prayed good and hard, and God heard the
prayer and Jim was sailing straight once more and trusting Jesus.

A thought flashed through my mind, and I said, "Jim, have you any
money?" "Yes," he said, "I have over sixty dollars." He gave me the
money and we went to the postoffice and I took out a money-order to Mrs.
Jim, Syracuse, N. Y., for sixty dollars and sent it on signed by Jim and
took the receipt and put it in my pocket.

Five days after I was sitting at my desk in the Mission. A knock came to
the door. I said, "Come in," and a woman with two little girls entered.
I placed a chair and waited. She said, "You are Mr. Ranney. I recognize
you from your picture." She was Jim's wife, as she told me. Then she
began about her troubles with her husband: he was a good man, but he
would drink. She said, "I begin to think that Jim has religion, for if
he hadn't something near it, he would never have sent me the money. Do
you think he is all right, Mr. Ranney?" To which I answered that I
really believed he was, and that he would be a good husband and father.
I asked her if she was a Christian, and she said, "Yes, I go to church
and do the best I can." I told her going to church was a good thing, but
to have Jesus in your heart and home is a better one.

She wanted to see Jim, so we went round to where he was working. There
he was up four stories laying front brick. I watched him, so did his
wife. Finally I put my hands like a trumpet and called, "Hello, Jim!"
Jim looked down, seeing me, and then looking at the woman and children a
moment he dropped everything, and to watch that man come down that
ladder was a sight. He rushed over, threw his arms around his wife, then
took the little girls in his arm, and what joy there was! There was no
more work that day.

Jim showed her the saloons he used to get drunk in, and he did not
forget to show the place where he was converted, and on that very spot
we all had a nice little prayer-meeting, and as a finale, Mrs. Jim took
Jesus, saying, "If He did all that for Jim, I want Him too."

They are back in Syracuse, living happily. Jim has a class of boys in
the Sunday-school and is a deacon in the church. I had the pleasure of
eating dinner in their home. I often get a letter from Jim, te