Near closing time the door opened and in walked Jim. He
stood back and just roared out, "Danny, I'm as drunk as a fool; I've
lost the pants!" then walked out.
I did not see him for a couple of nights, then he came into the Mission,
sat down and was fairly quiet. I reached him in the course of the
evening and shook hands with him, but I did not say a word about his
going back. That worried him a good deal, for he said, "Dan, are you mad
with me?" I said, "No, Jim, I'm mad with the Devil, and I wish I could
kick him out of you and kill him." Jim smiled and said, "You're a queer
one."
I did not give Jim up, but I did not say anything to him about giving up
the drink again for about a week. He would always be in the meeting and
I would notice him with a handshake and a smile. I could see he was
thinking quite hard and he was not drinking as much as he had been. I
was praying for that man, and I was sure that He was going to give me
Jim.
One night about a month after Jim had tried the first time, I was giving
the invitation to the men, as usual, for all who wanted this salvation
to come forward and let us pray with them.
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