Jim stayed after the meeting and we talked things over pretty well. He
was a mechanic, but his tools were in pawn. I said, "Jim, I'll meet you
to-morrow and we will go and get your tools out." In the morning Jim and
I went down to the pawnbroker in New Chambers Street, and Jim produced
the tickets, paid the money due, with interest, and received his stock
in trade, the tools.
The next thing was a job. I knew a boss mason who was putting up a
building in Catherine Street. We saw the boss and he took Jim on. He
went to work and made good. He would always come and see me at night,
and always testify to God's keeping power. He would ask me, "Do you
think I can get back to my wife and children again?" "Yes," I would
answer; "wait a little while. Have you written to her?" "Yes." "Got any
answer?" "Yes, a couple of letters, but I don't think she takes any
stock in my conversion. Dan, can't we have our pictures taken together?
I have written my wife a lot about you. I told her you were worse than I
ever was. Perhaps if she sees our faces and sees how I look, she may
think of old times and give me one more chance."
Jim had been four months converted at this time, and God had him by the
hand.
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