I only wish I had taken the Saviour as
my helper years ago. Oh! what a change He did make in my life after I
did accept Him, seventeen years ago!
I started in to work at four dollars a week, and, as I said, I intended
to be a great merchant. I meant well, if that was any consolation. My
duties were to go to the postoffice and bring the mail, copy the
letters, and run errands, and I was happy.
I was out one day on an errand, when whom should I meet but my old
friend Mike ----, my chum of the pig incident. He said, "Hello, Dave,
where are you working?" He had a job in a factory in Maiden Lane, at the
same wages I was getting. I hadn't seen much of Mike lately, and to tell
the truth I didn't care so much about meeting him. I am not
superstitious by any means, but I really thought he was my Jonah. We
talked a while, and we promised to meet and go home together. Like a
foolish boy, I met him that night and many a time after.
TOUCH NOT, TASTE NOT
Mike was just learning to play pool, and one evening we had to go in and
play a game. That night I had the first glass of beer I ever took in a
saloon. Mike was getting to be quite a tippler, and he said, "Let's have
a drink.
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