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quest to m ake before you carry me to my home yonder in Sing Sing, and th a t is th a t I may be allowed to go back to my F ifth Avenue home and visit it and see again my'w ife and d aughters.” The judge granted the request and under heavy guard he was carried to his home. He went through it from cellar to garret. He saw on th e walls th e paintings which his money had bought, he saw th e beau tifu l fu rn itu re, the carpets and th e tap-) estries; and as he came out to th e fron t door he fell on a cushioned seat and said, “Wife, have I not been a good husband?” “Yes.” He said to his daughters, “Have I not been a good fa th e r? ” “Yes.” He said, “ Oh, to th in k of it. I have spent a fo rtun e on th is building and on my bank and on th e o th er things I have done, and to th ink I am going to a place where Xcan not enjoy my gain.” H ating th e H and T h at Saves An illiterate fisherman and pilot gave th is touching chapter in his personal ex perience and the application he made of it, to Mark Guy Pearse. Incidentally Mr. Pearse rem arks th a t he once passed it on to D. L, Moody, who was so affect ed by it th a t he buried his face in his hands and wept. “I was lying,” said the Christian fish erman, “ one night in Plymouth Sound aboard my fishing boat when I heard a splash in th e w ater not far off. I jumped out of my berth in a m inute, for I guessed what it was. There was a fishing craft not far off and I knew ' th a t th e man was a drinking man and guessed th a t he was trying to get out of his boat, most likely drunk, and had fallen overboard. I jumped into my small boat and rowed away w ith all my m ight to his fishing craft. Then I leaned over th e side and prayed God to help me. P resently I got hold of his arm and pulled him up making sure he was drunk. I lifted him on to his boat and put him in his b erth and worked
and rubbed for an hour or more till I rubbed life into him, and he came to himself. I did everything I could to make him com fortable and then I came back to my berth. “Well, th e next morning I pulled over to see how he was. He was standing leaning over the side of his craft. “ ‘Good morning,’ I said. “He didn’t say anything, and I could see in a m inute th a t he thought I was come to get some drink out of him. “ ‘How are you this m orning?’ I said. “ ‘W hat’s th a t to you?,’ says he. “ ‘Why,’ I said, ‘I can’t help taking an in te rest in you. I saved your life last n igh t.’ “ ‘Get o u t,’ says he-—and he cursed me for a liar. “ I tu rn ed around in my li’l’ boat and pulled away to my craft. My h ea rt was like a thing broke. The tears, stream ed down my cheeks. I looked up to Heaven and could hardly get out th e words th a t choked me. ‘Oh, Lord Jesu s,’ I said. ‘My Blessed Lord Jesus. I am sorry fo r Thee, my Lord Jesus. I know now how Thou dost feel. That is how th e world is always treating Thee. I am terrib ly , sorry fo r Thee, my d ear Lord.’ ” MESSAGE FROM GRAVE Never have I read a more in te rest ing, helpful and instructive periodical th a n “The K ing’s Business.” I regard it as on e,o f ttie greatest assets to the- religious literatu re of the world, and the most fearless and daring exponent of and advocate for “The F aith which was once delivered unto th e Saints” th a t I have ever met with. May its issue continue to increase un til every Christian home in the world is brought und er its Uplifting influence, is th e prayer of, Yours in H is service, H. A. H. GRAVE,
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