" That haughty man
laid his boy's head on his bosom and the son told him what Christ had
done for him; how He had forgiven his sins, brought peace to his soul;
how that Son of God had found him in that poor garret, and had done all
for him. The father wanted the servant to take him home. "No, father,"
said the boy, "I have but a short time to live, and I would rather die
here." He lingered a few hours, and passed from that garret in the East
End to the everlasting hills.
Moody in a Billiard Hall.--A Remarkable Story.
In a meeting recently a man got up. I didn't know him at first. When I
was here he was a rumseller, and broke up his business and went to the
mountains. This is how it happened. When I was here before, he opened a
saloon and a grand billiard hall. It was one of the most magnificent
billiard halls in Chicago, all elegantly gilded and frescoed. For the
opening he sent me an invitation to be present, which I accepted, and
went around before he opened it. I saw the partners and asked them if
they would allow me to bring a friend. They said certainly, but asked me
who it was. Well, I said it wasn't necessary to tell who it was, but
said I, "I never go without him." They began to mistrust me.
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