" He was as cool as could be. "Oh,
yes," he said, "it is my business," and turning the lapel of his coat he
held a Pinkerton badge under my nose, at the same time saying, "The
game's called, and I know you. Where's the tools?" I told him I did not
have any. "The only thing that saves you," said he. "Now you get out of
here when that next train goes, or there will be a little trouble." My
pal came in at this time, and I winked at him to say nothing. He
understood. We took that train all right, and lost our tools.
I never saw Atlantic City again until 1908, when I was asked to speak at
the Y. M. C. A. I told this story in my talk. I've been back four times;
I've been entertained at one of the best hotels there, the Chalfonte,
for a week at a time. What a change! Twenty years ago, when I was in the
Devil's employ, run out of town; now, redeemed by God, an invited guest
in that same place. See what God can do for a man!
It's a hard thing to close this record of the grace of God in my life,
for I feel as though I was leaving a lot of friends. If at any time you
are on the Bowery--not down and out--and want to see me, why, call at
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