money and go into business, and make enough to
pay them back?" I told him that was a delusion of Satan; that he
could not expect to prosper on stolen money; that he should restore
all he had, and go and ask his employers to have mercy upon him and
forgive him. "But they will put me in prison," he said: "cannot you
give me any help?" "No, you must restore the money before you can
expect to get any help from God." "It is pretty hard," he said. "Yes.
it is hard; but the great mistake was in doing the wrong at first."

His burden became so heavy that it got to be insupportable. He handed
me the money--950 dollars and some cents--and asked me to take it
back to his employers. The next evening the two employers and myself
met in a side room of the church. I laid the money down, and informed
them it was from one of their _employes_. I told them the story, and
said he wanted mercy from them, not justice. The tears trickled down
the cheeks of these two men, and they said, "Forgive him! Yes, we
will be glad to forgive him." I went down stairs and brought him up.
After he had confessed his guilt and been forgiven, we all got down
on our knees and had a blessed prayer-meeting. God met us and blessed
us there.

There was a friend of mine who some time ago had come to Christ and
wished to consecrate himself and his wealth to God. He had formerly
had transactions with the government, and had taken advantage of
them. This thing came up when he was converted, and his conscience
troubled him. He said, "I want to consecrate my wealth, but it seems
as if God will not take it." He had a terrible struggle; his
conscience kept rising up and smiting him. At last he drew a check
for $1,500 and sent it to the United States Treasury. He told me he
received such a blessing when he had done it. That was bringing forth
"fruits meet for repentance." I believe a great many men are crying
to God for light; and they are not getting it because they are not
honest.

I was once preaching, and a man came to me who was only thirty-two
years old, but whose hair was very grey. He said, "I want you to
notice that my hair is grey, and I am only thirty-two years old. For
twelve years I have carried a great burden." "Well," I said, "what is
it?" He looked around as if afraid some one would hear him. "Well,"
he answered, "my father died and left my mother with the county
newspaper, and left her only that: that was all she had. After he
died the paper begun to