saloon-keeper. I'll see him again, and he
will pay for what he did!"

I gave that man a ticket for lodging and a couple of meals. We talked
about his early life, and I asked why he didn't start out and be a
Christian and not harbor a grudge; to let God punish that saloon-keeper.
I told him I'd been through something like the same experience, a man
whose word I trusted selling me some Harbor Chart stock and making me
think he was doing me a good turn, and I lost several hundred dollars.
That was in the years when I first started to be a Christian. I had the
hardest time to forgive this man, but thank God I did!

I reasoned with that man day after day and saw that the light was
breaking in his heart. Weeks went on, and he came to a point where he
took Jesus as his guide and friend, and to-day he is a fine Christian
gentleman. I have had him testifying in the church to the power of
Christ to save a man. He tells me he has forgiven that saloon-man for
Christ's sake.

SAVED ON THE THRESHOLD OF VICE

One afternoon about 5 o'clock I was sitting at my desk at the Mission
Room when I noticed among the men who came there to read and rest and
perhaps take a nap, a young man, a boy rather, clean and wearing good
clothes. I looked at him a moment and thought, "He has got into the
wrong place." I spoke to him, as is my habit, and asked him what he was
doing there. I brought him over and got him to sit down in that old
chair where so many confessions are made to me and said kindly, "Well,
what's your story?" I thought of my own boy, and my heart went out to
this young fellow.

He said, "You are Mr. Ranney. I've often heard about you, and I'm glad
to see you now." He told me how he had given up his job on Eighth Avenue
around 125th Street the day before. He had had a "run in," as he called
it, at home, and had determined to get out. His mother had married a
second time, and his stepfather and he could not agree on a single
thing. He loved his mother, but could not stand the stepfather. He had
drawn his pay at the jewelry store where he was working and had spent
the night before at a hotel uptown, intending to look for a job the next
day.

He had risen at 8 A. M. intending to get work before his eight dollars
was all gone. Well, the money was burning a hole in his pocket. He
wanted to see a show and he came down on the Bowery and got into a cheap
vaudeville show, and quite enjoyed himself. "I came out of that show,"
he said, "