One year ago I took Jesus as my
helper and asked Him to take away this love for drink, and He did. I
would rather lose my right arm than go back again, and with God's help
I'll win out and never drink again." I often talked with them about it,
told them it was a good way to live, and to think it over. I found out
in a little while that the men thought better of me, and respected me
more than before. I have heard some of them say, "I wish I could give up
the drink," and some did, and are living good lives without the cursed
stuff.
I've met some of these men on the Bowery, "down and out," and I've stood
by them and tried to point them in the right direction. There's one man,
a fine noble fellow, who used to work with me in my lumber days, who is
on the Bowery at the present time, unable to give up the drink. He is
always glad to see me and says, "God bless you, Dan, and keep you away
from the stuff. I wish I could!" I tell him to ask God and have faith,
and then I slip him a meal ticket and give him a God bless you!
[Illustration: MR. RANNEY AND ONE OF HIS "BOYS." DAVE RANNEY, ALIAS
DANNY REILLY.]
CHAPTER VI
PROMOTED
I had never lost sight of my friend Irvine.
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