I've knelt and asked God to keep me sober and
have thanked Him for His kindness to me. Now if you men don't let me
alone in the future I'll lick you or you will me."
I went to my cot and knelt down, but I was so stirred up I couldn't
pray. I wondered if there was going to be any more throwing, but that
night finished it. I went up in the opinion of those men one hundred per
cent. I lived there until the place burned down, and was one of the
fortunate ones that got out alive when so many lost their lives, and I
always said my prayers and was respected by the men. I was making lots
of friends and attending Sunday-school, prayer-meeting, and mission
services.
THE STORY OF AN OVERCOAT
One Thanksgiving-time I was hired to carry dinners to the poor families
by the New York City Mission. Mrs. Lucy Bainbridge was the
superintendent. God bless her, for she was and is one good woman! I
didn't have any overcoat and it was cold; but I didn't mind, as I was
moving about carrying the dinners. This was about two months after I had
decided to follow Christ, and I still had the furnace job when I met
Mrs. Bainbridge.
She knew me by sight and asked me how I was getting on, and where was my
overcoat? I told her I was getting along all right, but I had no
overcoat.
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