"
He weakened. He knew his record was bad and he did not want to go up to
300 Mulberry Street (Police Headquarters), so he said, "All right,
Danny, take her, but you are doing me dirty."
We got down to the ferry all right, and the lady and I went to
Philadelphia and placed Annie in her aunt's house and bid her good-by.
Frequently I get a letter from Cincinnati from Annie. She is home with
her mother, and a team of oxen couldn't pull her away from home again.
She writes, "God bless and keep you, Dan! I thank God for the night you
found me on the Bowery!"
"TELL HER THE LATCH-STRING IS OUT"
I was in a Baptist church one Sunday night speaking before a large
audience and had in the course of my talk told the above story. The
meeting had been a grand one. I felt that God had been with us all the
way through. I noticed one man in particular in the audience while I was
telling this story. Tears were running down his cheeks and he was
greatly agitated. I was shaking hands all around after the meeting was
over when this man came and said, "Mr. Ranney, can I have a little talk
with you?" I said, "Yes." "Wait till I get the pastor," he said, and in
a few minutes the minister joined us in the vestry.
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