“Well,” I said, “you come home with me, you are young enough to be my son. If you were, I would want some good woman to mother you.” The next day I took him to Lancaster, Pa., where at that time I had a number of acquaintances among business men. I took him to quite a number before I came to a man who would take him at all, and to a number who would take him but not agree to help save a soul. At last I came to a Christian man in the leather business, who agreed to take him into his family, instruct him in the very rudiments of religion, take him to church and Sunday school with him; in fact, to nourish this new-born soul in Christ. We prayed together, then I left him. For a very short time I received a postal-card each week, which I failed to answer; then, amid the cares of a very busy life, I forgot him. About three years after that I was walking along a street in Lancaster when a fine-looking chap came rushing from behind me, and, placing his arm over my shoulder, said, “Oh, God bless you! God bless you!” I turned and found a fine-looking man with tear-dimmed eyes blessing me. “Son,” I said, “what is your name?” “Oh! do you not know me? I have prayed for you every day for three years, and you have forgotten me.” “Well,” I said, “I fancy you are so much better looking to-day than you were then so that your own mother might not know you now.” I walked back to the leather store with him and found my friend behind the counter. “Mr. S.” I said, “is John Schmidt a good man?” He did not wait to go around the counter, but, coming right over it, he placed a hand on each of John's shoulders as he said, “I am glad to bear witness that John is a true, good man. At first he was sorely tried to associate only with our kind of people, but he has worked all day, gone to school at night, gone to church and Sunday school every Sunday, and he is about to marry one of the best young women of our church.” God had done a perfect work of grace, and the hereditary drunkard became a good man and a useful citizen. It must be so, for the word says the blood of Christ Jesus cleanses from _all_ sin. MR. KLINE'S TESTIMONY On the evening of September 16, 1913, Mr. Kline, our Superintendent of the Gospel Mission, gave, in substance, the following: