It was great to see that big strong man, like a little child in
God's love. We went out and had our pictures taken and Jim asked me to
write and urge his wife to give him one more chance. I did as Jim wanted
me; in fact, I wrote her about everything he said and enclosed the
picture.
Every night Jim would come around with the question, "Danny, any word
from up State yet?" "Not yet, Jim: have a little patience, she will
write soon." We finally got the longed-for letter, but it wasn't
favorable. Among other things she said she took no stock in her husband,
and that she knew he was the same old good-for-nothing, etc. It was hard
lines for poor Jim, who was reading that letter over my shoulder. I
looked at him. I could see some of the old Devil come into his eyes. The
wife little knew what an escape Jim had then and there. I cheered him up
and we got on our knees and prayed good and hard, and God heard the
prayer and Jim was sailing straight once more and trusting Jesus.
A thought flashed through my mind, and I said, "Jim, have you any
money?" "Yes," he said, "I have over sixty dollars." He gave me the
money and we went to the postoffice and I took out a money-order to Mrs.
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