Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-12-12

Jesus. f1S~sSIdSSelSut ~ lHe front 6lll
accepted HIN as his savior He start.
ed out himself preaching the gospel /
Of Jesus Christ.
One morning he was preaching in p
of his own when man arose
and asked permission TO speak. He i
came to the platform and said: 81 |
sat and listened to that man and he I
moved me to tears" He told thai |
three years ago a petition was pre-
sented to him to pardon that man and
he refused to do it because he was
in the penitentiary. That man stand
ing there making that confession was |
Governor John Dix Of the state of New
York. He told that that man had
served seven terms in the Sing Sing
penitentiary There he was preaching
Jesus Chrisr and they hocked TO hear
him.
What Jerry MeAuley Did.
A few years later he died and by a
disease brought on from the days OF
his life in sin. And they asked DR..
Taylor if he would not speak word
over the remains. DR.. Taylor says, |
tried to beg off, but they insisted and
| finally consented. The funeral took
place al 10 o'clock. At o'clock they
had to send for the mounted police to
clear the street. They opened the
doors Of the Broadway tabernacle and
it filed as if by magic. Men came
from Wall street, bankers closed their
hanks. merchants came by scores
and scores They clamored to see
him and they opened the coffin and
allowed them to pass by and take a
1,rf Ia aIne.,
came, and flowers for the coffin, and
they piled them up until it was q
pyramid ten feet long and several
feet high: and beneath it slept Jerry
McAuley.
Account for him without Jesus
Christ ana you insult him and his
wife, Go 20 New York City and you
will find drinking fountains to per.
retuate his memory. The pastor of
the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian church
said that Jerry McAuley had more
power of God over the metropolitan
population than all the pastors com.
bined in New York.
Harry Monroe.
You are not what YOU ought to be,
and he says: accept me and will
make you into what you ought to be.
He rocked and rocked the cradle
Down the street OF Chicago twenty
five years ago this winter went a
burglar. Under his coat he had a
burglars kit wrapped up in piece OF
carpet. He was going to crack safe,
but the throngs of people on the street
made it unsafe for him to proceed and
he said: "1t won't do to tackle thai
Job now, 1t Is too early
He. staggered along and he saw a
light ahead and he heard singing. He
went in and dropped in the rear seat
and God aroused his conviction. When
the invitation was given he went to
the front and threw his burglars kit
on the platform at the feet of the
preacher, and dropped to his knees
and cried: God forgive me-
If you 60 to Chicago you go down
to 100 East Van Buren, and go in and
you will see a. little man feet,5 or G,
smooth face; no, think he has a
small, iron gray mustache. and meet
my friend Harry Monroe. Account for
Harry Monroe and myself without ac.
cepting jesus Christ as the son of God
and you insult every drop of sweat
that rolls from my face and all that
come down and take my hand and say
1 accept Jesus Christ.
What John Waverly Saw.
And He rocked and rocked His
cradle. Down on street in New
York City stood drunknrd leaning
up against a lamp post. He staggered
up the street muttering and murmur-
| ing. and fiIallv he staggered into q
! III 1r-J,a No
/ find Merits store. The man wrote
the address on piece of paner and
| he staggered on. He grew tired and
sat down on the curbstone and leaned
against the lamp most. policeman
touched him with his club and order
/ ed him TO move on He got UP and
said: ''Say, pard, can you tell me
where Steve Merits store is? I had
a piece of paper here. but I lost It
can yor tell me where the store is
The policeman told him to go down tc
the corner and around ard arcoss the
street and it was big building. He
staggered down and staggered in and
staggered I'm to the Office and begar
to nnravel his tale of woe to the s-rea,
millionaire undertaken. John Waverly
leaned hack in his chair and looked al
him. There stood man with i
straight Grecan nose, finely chiseled
forehead and large intelligent brown
eyes that sat far apart. He had long
tapering 6ngers and finely moulded
chin OF decision. He had clean ant
oven teeth, and John Waverly saw
that bundle of rags something more
than p mare guttersnipe He saw
something more than a mere dowr
and outer. He looked at him and hi
said. Here and he ran his hand
inro his vest rocket and handed hin
a FIVE dollar bill.
He said, you go out and get bath
g shave and clean shirt and collar, 81
get your shoes shined and come bacl
here at 2 O'Clock and / will give yo,
Eve minutes.
He stood there with tears running
down his cheek and said. 'You neve
saw me before
mo"
"And you trust me with So"
Eyes, if can trust you with that
can trust you with other things
| He STAGGERED on; sDd tha c1ocl