I said, “Jim, you have asked God to help you, and He will if you let him.  If you keep sober until Friday night, and come in here every night and give your testimony, no matter how short, God will send you a pair of pants.”  This was on Monday night, my own special night.  I knew if Jim came in every night sober, something was doing.  Tuesday night came, and sure enough there was Jim with his testimony.  He got up and thanked God for being one day without taking a drink.  I said, “Praise God!  Keep it up, Jim!” Wednesday night Jim thanked God for two days’ victory.  He was doing finely.  Thursday came, and Jim was there with his testimony of three days saved.  He had one more day to go before he got his pants.  Friday night came and I had gone up and got the pants, but no Jim made his appearance.  Near closing time the door opened and in walked Jim.  He stood back and just roared out, “Danny, I’m as drunk as a fool; I’ve lost the pants!” then walked out.

I did not see him for a couple of nights, then he came into the Mission, sat down and was fairly quiet.  I reached him in the course of the evening and shook hands with him, but I did not say a word about his going back.  That worried him a good deal, for he said, “Dan, are you mad with me?” I said, “No, Jim, I’m mad with the Devil, and I wish I could kick him out of you and kill him.”  Jim smiled and said, “You’re a queer one.”

I did not give Jim up, but I did not say anything to him about giving up the drink again for about a week.  He would always be in the meeting and I would notice him with a handshake and a smile.  I could see he was thinking quite hard and he was not drinking as much as he had been.  I was praying for that man, and I was sure that He was going to give me Jim.

One night about a month after Jim had tried the first time, I was giving the invitation to the men, as usual, for all who wanted this salvation to come forward and let us pray with them.  After coaxing and pleading with them there were six fellows that came forward and knelt down, when to my astonishment who came walking up the aisle but Jim!  He knelt down with the others and prayed.  I did not know what the prayer was, but when he rose he went back and took his seat and said nothing.

A month went by to a day.  There were testimonies every night from all over the Mission about what God had done and was doing, but Jim never gave the first word of testimony.  I often wondered why.  This night he got on his feet, and this is what he said:  “Men, I’ve been everything that’s bad and mean, a crook and a drunkard, separated from wife and children, a good-for-nothing man.  I want to stand here before you people and thank God for keeping me for one whole month; and, men, this is the happiest month I’ve spent in my life.  I asked God to help me and He is doing so.  I only wish some of you men would take Jesus as your friend and keeper the same as I have.  I’m going to stick, with God’s help.  I want you Christian people to keep on praying for me, as I feel some one has,” and he sat down.  Oh, how I did thank God for that testimony!  You know a person can tell the true ring of anything, gold, silver, brass, everything, and I knew the ring of that testimony.