Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1919-08-09

1--WE found Christ" I says. "Me sins are
all forgiven me-"
'IH report you" says he and he took
number, but he didn't report me.
Well, then, seem how it had come to me.
began to pray for others. l quiet an con-
tent all the time, an believed if it was good
prison I didn't pray for two years,
but just worked there to save Others an many
a one turned to a new life an stuck to it.
Then at last came pardon when I'd been
in seven years an six months, an 1 come
back down the river to New York
There h was never ionesgmer man alive; wouldn't
so l wandered round tryin for work till one day met
Gecr had come up snce went up the river didn't
know it MAS any more hurt than root beer they said Il
a buzz, an in week two
I Wanted Something Stronger.
got work in a hat shop. an had good but
strike an led it an lost the place 1t war
business too Then had BOAT on the river again ia
3uy stoen goods OF the sat- an then MAKE Them EN-
The end Of the war stopped this an then stuck to
] could in counterfeit money. Do you remember when
Fowsd out to life but rob: but when
ed en- though one O. me ' partners in the boat said
we'd make pile Pean up coats an hats s,,t
remember what Ia had given me an how Ia lost Il
the time to head thinkn' for I said God was
with an bound for hell an certain,
About this time night I'd gone tosBrookIyn.
very drunk. drunk do me share the work we'd
ship were after slipped an fell overheard an
the boat went another way l knew was drowning.
1 went down twice, an In extremity called
God though felt TOO mean TO do it. II seemed as II
Ifted up an the boat brought to me. ] got hold
o somehow. don't know Just how The water had
sobered me. When was II it. heard, plain as il
spoke me, Jerry, you've been saved the
last time Go out on that river again. an you'll never
I was mad / went home an drank an drank an.
case-more S than you've laid eyes on An oh,
the misery O. me thoughts 1t the John Allen
renemberin an yet drinin day an night to drown
i.
A city missionary in one day to the house on
Cherry street, where boarded He SHE'D when
he me at the top O. the stars-a head like mop
an an old red shirt
Pitched Stairs
by fellers like me. I'd done it mesef I hung
round while he was in room. thinkin' maybe he could
a Job Of honest work, when he
/ told him He asked me to step out on the
said afterwards that evil-lookin
afraid O. he didn't know what might do.
So the went. he ME straight
the Howard Mission there had a long talk an a
use" says !: Il shall break it." ASK God TO keep
from breaking it, he said. 1 thought minute.
there he laughed himself hoarse when I told him.
He had bottle o gin in his hand that minute.
You'll" he here drink" 1 took the glass an
drank. That's the last glass III ever take l.
Yes he, till the next one
I'd hardly swallowed il. when who should in
but the missionary. We went out together an / told
the river anyhow. Jerry says he.
before you shall do that again, III take of this
he poor, it went to heart that he'd do such
a thing ths He went away a minute. when be
came back he brought me 80 An he kept
helpin He followed up day after day. an at last
night at his house. where he'd had there
was sngn' an prayin. afterwards prayed nesef
any time. quiet an peace
Il a hard pull. I then but
not, then everybody thought was sham