Jim, Syracuse, N. Y., for sixty dollars and sent it on signed by Jim and
took the receipt and put it in my pocket.
Five days after I was sitting at my desk in the Mission. A knock came to
the door. I said, "Come in," and a woman with two little girls entered.
I placed a chair and waited. She said, "You are Mr. Ranney. I recognize
you from your picture." She was Jim's wife, as she told me. Then she
began about her troubles with her husband: he was a good man, but he
would drink. She said, "I begin to think that Jim has religion, for if
he hadn't something near it, he would never have sent me the money. Do
you think he is all right, Mr. Ranney?" To which I answered that I
really believed he was, and that he would be a good husband and father.
I asked her if she was a Christian, and she said, "Yes, I go to church
and do the best I can." I told her going to church was a good thing, but
to have Jesus in your heart and home is a better one.
She wanted to see Jim, so we went round to where he was working. There
he was up four stories laying front brick. I watched him, so did his
wife. Finally I put my hands like a trumpet and called, "Hello, Jim!"
Jim looked down, seeing me, and then looking at the woman and children a
moment he dropped everything, and to watch that man come down that
ladder was a sight.
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