put me to bed, brushed
my clothes, and told me to go to sleep. About two o'clock I woke up.
There was mother kneeling by my bedside, praying God to save her boy and
keep him from following in his father's footsteps. I lay there and
listened and said amen to everything she asked God to do. Finally I
could stand it no longer; I jumped out of bed and knelt beside my mother
and asked God to forgive me. I threw my arms around mother's neck and
asked her to forgive her boy, which she did. I determined right then and
there to do better and never to drink any more.

I really meant to start all over again, but I didn't take Jesus with
me--in fact, I think the Devil owned me for fair. I was pretty good for
about a month, kept away from Mike and the other fellows, and mother
was delighted. But this did not continue long; I met Mike again, and
fell into the same groove, and was even worse than before.

Barnum was running his circus in New York then, and Mike and I decided
to see the show and took a day off to go. I had not got leave of absence
from work, so on our way home we planned what we could tell our bosses
when we went to work the next morning.

When my employer came in that morning I told him I was sick the day
before and not able to get out of bed. He just stood there and looked at
me, and said, "What a liar you are! You were seen at the circus
yesterday! Now, why didn't you tell me the truth, and I would have
overlooked it? I can't have any one in my employ that I can't trust." So
I had to look for another job. I was sorry, but it was my own fault.
There I was, without a job and without a recommendation. What was I
going to do? Surely "the way of the transgressor is hard."

I tell the men in the Mission night after night that I would rather deal
with a thief than a liar, because you can protect yourself against a
thief, but a liar--what can't a liar do? If I had only told the truth to
my employer that day, why, as mother said afterwards, he would have
given me a lecture, and it would have been all over.

DEEPER IN THE MIRE

Now what was I to tell my mother? You see, if you tell one lie you are
bound to tell others, and after you have lied once, how easy it is! My
side partner, the Devil, was there by my side to help me, and he said,
"Don't tell your mother." So I said nothing, and took my carfare and
lunch money every day, went out as if I were going to work, and hoped
that something would turn up. That's the way