_Dave Strikes His Gait_
After Jimmie had sold his evening papers he started for Dave's
barn. His heart was heavy. Dave had a wonderful influence over
this boy. Jimmie loved him and believed him to be a wonderful
man. He found Dave in his office. "Dave, I want ter talk ter
yer erbout what Hop said ter yer. He said 'at if it wasn't fer
you it wasn't fer him either. Yer didn't say nothin' and I've
been thinkin' maybe yer didn't have nothin' ter say. If yer
sure it's not fer yer, how kin it be fer me? I don't know what
ter do. I pray fer yer every day but if God don't want yer I
might as well give yer up."
He buried his face in his hands and began to weep.
"It's me that's been wrong, Jimmie, not you. I've fought God
ever since I've known you. After you went away to-day I hated
myself for my cowardice. I know what is right and I'll do it
or die."
Jimmie looked up and said, "Der yer mean yer are goin' ter get
saved?"
"That's just what I mean, Jimmie, I am----" But before he could
finish his sentence Jimmie jumped into his lap and hugged him.
"Dear old Dave, I knowed you'd come. Let's go to der Mission
right away, it's time fer der singin' already."
Dave walked so fast that Jimmie had to run to keep up. The song
service was in progress when they reached the Mission. They
sat down in the front row of seats and after a few songs Dave
jumped to his feet and said, "Excuse me, I want to get saved
and I want to get saved bad. I can't wait for the word. I want
to get off now. I've scored at will, I've scored by the pole
horse and I've laid up a heat or two; but I want to get on my
stride and face the wire agoing square. I'm done jockeying and
with everything else that's crooked and I'm going into this
race teaming for first money. I'll win by the help of God."
After the meeting, Floe, Gene, Bill Cook and his wife, Ike Palmer,
Mike Hardy, Mr. and Mrs. Morton and Jimmie went with Dave to
Bucktown. He invited them to visit him at his barn; but his
office was so small they could not all get in, so they went
to the Cook residence. Dave excused himself and in five minutes
returned with Fagin. Fagin was surprised when he saw the crowd,
but he did not seem displeased. Dave was the first to speak.
"Fagin, I let Jesus into my life to-night and I want you to
do the same thing. We're going to start a Sunday school in Bucktown
and we want your room for the purpose.
"This afternoon I denied Christ and I feel that I've turned
a lot of young folks from God; I will get them back for Him
if I have to start a Sunday school and have meetings in the
old barn besides. You know, Fagin, the other day when Fred Hanks
tried to kill himself, you told me you were tired of your business
and wished you could be a Christian. You told me how sorry you
were you boozed him up six times after Morton had got hold of
him. Now, Fred has given himself to God and is doing good work
in the Mission and we want you to join us."
Mrs. Fagin was sent for and it took very little persuasion to
bring her to a decision for the right.
"Mr. Morton and myself will take the lease for the building
off your hands and we'll pay you for what stock you have," Dave
told them. "You can get into the factory where you used to work
and you can live like a man."
Very little remains to be said. The men that came to God through
Jimmie Moore's ministry made the greatest Gospel-wagon crew
ever known. In jail, street and Mission meetings they worked
like one man, never once was any jealousy known to spring up
amongst them. Not one of them ever went back into the old life
for one hour. Five of them have been called into God's work
and all have been prospered and blessed of God.
Jimmie is living with Mr. and Mrs. Gene Dibble and no one ever
saw a happier home.
Jimmie says, "Floe's der best cook what ever happened." Dave,
Bill and Fagin used their influence and elected aldermen who
closed every stall saloon and house of ill-fame in Bucktown.
For eight months Fagin's place was used for a kindergarten during
the week and Sunday school on Sunday. The Railroad Company bought
the old houses in Poverty Row and razed them; a side track running
to the market has taken their place.
One day Jimmie stood at the market and said, "Gee! dis don't
look no more like old Bucktown dan a man what's smokin' looks
like a Christian."
End of Project Gutenberg's Jimmie Moore of Bucktown, by Melvin Earnest Trotter