"No, sir, I don't preach the Bible at all. I stand on it myself. I try as near as I can to do what it says. I go wherever I can be useful. If anybody is sick or in trouble, I'm ready to go. I'll be a nurse. I'll work and earn them food. I'll give them anything I can--that's what I do." "How can you give when you haven't anything? They told me in Noank that you never worked for money." "Not for myself alone. I never take any money for myself alone. That would be self-seeking. Anything I earn or take is for the Lord, not me. I never keep it. The Lord doesn't allow a man to be self-seeking." "Well, then, when you get money what do you do with it? You can't do and live without money." He had been looking away across the river and the bridge to the city below, but now he brought his eyes back and fixed them on me. "I've been working now for twenty years or more, and, although I've never had more money than would last me a few days at a time, I've never wanted for anything and I've been able to help others. I've run pretty close sometimes. Time and time again I've been compelled to say, 'Lord, I'm all out of coal,' or 'Lord, I'm going to have to ask you to get me my fare to New Haven tomorrow,' but in the moment of my need He has never forgotten me. Why, I've gone down to the depot time and time again, when it was necessary for me to go, without five cents in my pocket, and He's been there to meet me. Why, He wouldn't keep you waiting when you're about His work. He wouldn't forget you--not for a minute." I looked at the man in open-eyed amazement. "Do you mean to say that you would go down to a depot without money and wait for money to come to you?" "Oh, brother," he said, with the softest light in his eyes, "if you only knew what it is to have faith!" He laid his hand softly on mine. "What is car-fare to New Haven or to anywhere, to Him?" "But," I replied materially, "you haven't any car-fare when you go there--how do you actually get it? Who gives it to you? Give me one instance." "Why, it was only last week, brother, that a woman wrote me from Maiden, Massachusetts, wanting me to come and see her. She's very sick with consumption, and she thought she was going to die. I used to know her in Noank, and she thought if she could get to see me she would feel better. "I didn't have any money at the time, but that didn't make any difference. "'Lord,' I said, 'here's a woman sick in Maiden, and she wants me to come to her. I haven't got any money, but I'll go right down to the depot, in time to catch a certain train,' and I went. And while I was standing there a man came up to me and said, 'Brother, I'm told to give you this,' and he handed me ten dollars." "Did you know the man?" I exclaimed. "Never saw him before in my life," he replied, smiling genially. "And didn't he say anything more than that?" "No." I stared at him, and he added, as if to take the edge off my astonishment: