Part 14 (1/2)

The next morning, with Jimmie, Morton went to the station and took Fred to his home. There was a change in Fred; Morton saw something in him that he had never noticed there before.

”Fred,” he said kindly, ”you have had a very close call; but G.o.d in His love and mercy has seen fit to spare you. What do you mean to do with your life?”

”With G.o.d's help I'll give it all to Him.” And right then and there he unconditionally surrendered himself to G.o.d.

Mrs. Hanks took her baby in her arms and paid f.a.gin a visit.

”O Mr. f.a.gin, won't you please give Fred a chance to stay sober?

Every time he gets away from liquor for a few days, you do all in your power to get him drunk again. Last night he nearly succeeded in killing himself, after you had filled him up, and you would have been his murderer had he accomplished his purpose.

Baby and myself have had nothing to eat to-day and I cannot stand this strain much longer; for our sake, won't you give him a chance?”

f.a.gin was very nervous as he thought of the awful way he had acted. He promised her, not only to refuse Fred any liquor in his place, but said he would do all in his power to keep it away from him in other places. As she left the place, he slipped a dollar into her hand and said, ”Feed the kid; he looks hungry.”

Fred was sick from the effects of his bath the night before; but so determined was he to do right, that he went with Jimmie to Doctor Snyder's office and from there to work. The doctor gave him some medicine and called him ”a d---- fool” for his attempt of the night before.

”Say, Doc,” said Jimmie, ”Fred's got Jesus ter-day and boozin'

and him is done. Ter-night in der Mission he's goin' ter speak erbout it. Yer promised ter come down some night; won't yer come ter-night t' hear Fred?”

”If Fred will speak I'll come down and sit on the front seat,”

said the doctor, tauntingly, as he turned to Fred.

”You'll be on the front seat then,” said Fred, ”'cause I'm goin'

to speak if G.o.d lets me live. I've tried lots of times to brace up, but this time I'm trustin' G.o.d. If you're a man of your word you'll be in the Mission to-night and on the front seat too.”

That night the doctor was there. He had several drinks aboard, but was not in the least intoxicated. After the singing and Scripture reading the meeting was thrown open for testimonials.

Bill and Mrs. Cook stood up and told how G.o.d had saved them.

The doctor had never heard them speak before and he at once became very much interested. When Mike Hardy stood up to speak the doctor was so surprised that he turned around in his chair and unconsciously said, ”Well, I'll be d----! When did he get into this game? If there's nothing in this religion they're talking about, a mighty lot of people are getting fooled in this Mission business.”

Fred Hanks took hold of a chair in front of him and with difficulty rose to his feet. ”I don't expect any one to take stock in me,”

he said; ”I have made so many mistakes and turned the Mission people so many times I am almost ashamed to look at them. I'm not making any promises this time. I've turned my case over to Jesus Christ. If I get drunk now, He's to blame, 'cause he's running the whole shooting match. My life has been a failure from start to finish. When I was a boy I carried papers; one of my regular customers was an old Dutch woman, who used to brew her own beer. Every evening when I delivered her paper I got my gla.s.s of beer. I got so I looked ahead to it and when I was sixteen years old I could drink as much beer as a man.

I learned the barber's trade, and before I was twenty years of age I was known as a drunken barber. I braced up many times, but when I started again I always went lower than I was before.

I got into trouble, was arrested, and pled guilty. On account of my parents, the judge suspended sentence with the understanding that if I ever took a drink, he would call me up before him and give me five years. With the State prison staring me in the face I managed to stay sober three months. During that time I worked hard, got good clothes on me and married one of the sweetest girls that ever lived. After our marriage--well, it's the same old story; why should I tell it again? I've been in jail all over this country. My picture is in the Rogues' gallery in more than one city. I did not want to be dishonest, but a man can't drink whisky and be honest.

”I have stolen the pennies out of my baby's bank to satisfy that awful desire for whisky. Don't tell me that a man does that because he wants to; I couldn't help it. G.o.d help me; I've tried as hard as any man ever tried to be somebody but that craving for whisky was there and it had to be first in my life.

Whisky was my G.o.d, I wors.h.i.+ped it, I loved it better than my family, my life. I've taken the shoes off my feet in the winter time and traded them for whisky. But to-day, thank G.o.d, I've not even wanted a drink. The first day in years that I've not wanted whisky is to-day. Gold cure failed; prison bars failed; wife's tears failed; but Jesus has taken even the desire for it away. When a man has that gnawing at his very vitals there is but two things that will touch it, a big drink of whisky or the Lord Jesus Christ. Thank G.o.d, I have Him, and I'll never thirst again. Last night I leaped from the bridge into the water to end my life; but G.o.d saved me from death and h.e.l.l. I do not understand how He can love such a brute as I am, but He does and now I'm saved.”

The doctor was very much moved by what he had heard.

”I never heard it just this way,” he said. ”The way you folks put it it's a personal matter and I never could believe that.

I believe there is some great Supreme Being; but I do not believe in a personal G.o.d. I think that after you die you get what's coming to you; but you people say that you're saved right now and you know it. That can't be.”

In the inquiry meeting, Morton took his Bible and sat down beside Dr. Snyder. ”Doctor, read that verse,” he said, opening his Bible to John 5:24.