Christ, the
all-sufficient Saviour.

With confidence I recommend this book to those who are interested in the
rescue of the fallen, knowing that they will praise God for what has
been wrought and will trust Him for future wonderful redemptions.

A. F. SCHAUFFLER.

New York City.

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

I. BOYHOOD DAYS
II. FIRST STEPS IN CRIME
III. INTO THE DEPTHS
IV. "SAVED BY GRACE"
V. ON THE UP GRADE
VI. PROMOTED
VII. THE MISSION IN CHINATOWN
VIII. BOWERY WORK
IX. PRODIGAL SONS

"Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by.
Men that are good and men that are bad, as good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Nor hurl the cynic's ban.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man."

CHAPTER I

BOYHOOD DAYS

I have often been asked the question, "Why don't you write a book?" And
I have said, "What is the use? What good will it do?" I have thought
about it time and time again, and have come to the conclusion to write a
story of my life, the good and the bad, and if the story will be a help,
and check some one that's just going wrong, set him thinking, and point
him on the right road, praise God!

I was born in Hudson City, N. J., over forty years ago, when there were
not as many houses in that town as there are now. I was born in old
Dutch Row, now called Beacon Avenue, in a two-story frame house. In
those days there was an Irish Row and a Dutch Row. The Irish lived by
themselves, and the Dutch by themselves.

Quite frequently the boys of the two colonies would have a battle royal,
and there would be things doing. Sometimes the Dutch would win out,
sometimes the Irish, and many's the time there was a cut head and other
bruises. Sometimes a prisoner would be taken, and then we would play
Indian with him, and do everything with him except burn him. We were all
boys born in America, but if we lived in Dutch Row, why, we had to be
Dutch; but if, on the other hand, we happened to live in Irish Row, we
had to be Irish. I remember moving one time to Irish Row, and I wondered
what would happen when I went to play with the old crowd. They said, "Go
and stay with the Irish." I did not know what to do. I would not fight
my old comrades, so I was neutral and fought with neither.

We had a good many ring battles in those days, and many's the fight we
had without gloves