That was five years ago. Jake has often been asked by the hotels of this city to cook for them at a salary of $100 or more a month, but Jake daily prays, “Lead us not into temptation,” and he does not knowingly walk into it. He shovels coal at a wage of $10 per week. He says, “You see, it keeps me in the open air; I do not have to taste wine or smell it; I get black on the outside, but I keep white within, which was more than I did as a cook.” All the heroes are not in high places. “He that ruleth his spirit is better than he that taketh a city.” We believe God cleansed Jake Grossman from inherited sin. HEREDITY I see that scientists are now claiming that a tendency to use alcohol is not hereditary. We who work among alcoholics know that it is. God says that the sins of the fathers shall be visited on the children unto the third and fourth generation, and they are. God gives a high premium for virtue to all who would take the responsibility of bringing another life into the world. I remember a man converted at the Breakfast Association, Philadelphia. I had spoken on the power of God to take away even inherited tendencies of sin from our souls. A young chap in the audience sent an usher to ask me to see him in the after meeting. I went down the aisle till I stood by his side. He said, “Can God save me from drink? My father was a saloon-keeper and died drunk. My mother died a drunkard; she fed me beer as an infant. I am now twenty-two years old; I do not remember a day in my life that I have not used beer.” Looking over that blear-eyed crowd, he said, “I do not want an old age like these wretches. Do you know that I recognize among these bloats at least twenty men who are the sons of saloon-keepers? You Christians have not yet discovered that no man puts liquor to his neighbor's lips without destroying his own family. Now, can God save me from the sin and shame of the old age of an alcoholic paralytic?” “Well, let us go to the altar and ask Him.” We knelt long at the altar. At last he claimed that he had been accepted of God. As he started to leave the hall he came back and said, “Do pray for me; I am afraid of the smells of the street; I am afraid of my old companions. Pray for me.”