I would have promised to
meet the Devil in hell for drink, and fearing the young man might put
the money in his pocket again, I said I'd be there. He gave me the
half-dollar, we shook hands, and I never expected to see that man again.
I didn't go back to ----'s, but to ---- Bowery--another place that has
put more men on the down-grade than any place I know. It's out of
business now, and as I pass there every day I pray that all the saloons
may go. I drank the half-dollar up in quick time, for with the Bowery
element it's divy even with drinks.
BROOME STREET TABERNACLE
Morning came, and I wondered what I should do for the day. How I loved
to stand and smell the liquor, even when not drinking! But now I hate
it! Oh, what a change when Christ comes into a man's heart! I had stood
there all night in that saloon and didn't feel a bit tired. I went out
to "do" some one else, when I thought of the fellow of last night. I
thought I had sized him up and that he was easy, so I started for the
meeting-place, the Tabernacle. I went there to see if I could work him
for a dollar, or perhaps two.
I got to the church and looked for a side door and found a bell which I
rang.
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