He was
a church member and bore a good name. "I used to take an odd drink, but
always thought I could do without it," said he. "Eighteen years ago I
lost my wife and to drown my sorrow I got drunk. I had never been
intoxicated before, and I kept at it for over three months, and when I
began to come to myself, I was told that I had to get out of my home. I
couldn't understand it, but I was told I had sold my farm and everything
I owned for a paltry $200 to a saloon-keeper, who I thought was my
dearest friend!
"That happened eighteen years ago, and I've been pretty near all over
the world since then, sometimes hungry, sometimes in pretty good shape,
but I'll never forget that saloon-keeper. I'll see him again, and he
will pay for what he did!"
I gave that man a ticket for lodging and a couple of meals. We talked
about his early life, and I asked why he didn't start out and be a
Christian and not harbor a grudge; to let God punish that saloon-keeper.
I told him I'd been through something like the same experience, a man
whose word I trusted selling me some Harbor Chart stock and making me
think he was doing me a good turn, and I lost several hundred dollars.
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