Fifteen Years with the Outcast by Mrs. (Mother) Roberts Florence
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many lived under that roof. To my amazement, she said, "All told, about
forty just at present." Her next mission was to the various places from which she had pilfered, and they were many. One was a harness-shop. She addressed the old man thus: "How d'you do, sir? Do you remember me?" "No, mam, I don't. Who are you?" "I'm a woman who once stole a dog collar from you while your back was turned. I've come to pay for it. I'm converted now, but I used to be a 'dope' fiend." "You were? You don't look like it." "No, because God, for Jesus Christ's sake, forgave all my sins, cured me of all my bad habits, and has set me on the solid Rock, and I'm on my road to heaven. When you knew me I was on my road to hell." "But I never knew you." "Yes, you did. I'm Callie ----." "What! You don't say so! Well, well! wonders will never cease. It's enough to make a man believe there is a personal God, I declare it is!" Callie availed herself of this opportunity, and when we left there, the harness-maker had promised to serve her wonderful Savior and he kept |
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