and somehow I have begun to wish I was in some other business. Hell, what do you think of that! But honestly I just feel sick and disgusted with it all.

Well, I guess you’ll have to go. There is no use keeping open any longer—and someway I feel no one will come.”

All the time he was talking he seemed to be struggling with some strange new force that was possessing him, causing him to speak more to himself than to our friend, so that he paid no particular attention to him as he walked from the place.

In the heart of our friend was a great wonder and a sense of humility such as he had never felt before; for he had gone into that saloon with the determination to think, see and know only Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit of God, filling the place. He had turned his back to the light, and his mind to all sounds, and with his forehead in his hands had sat there all day and night, lost in the glorious Light of Christ’s Presence! In that Light there were no time, place nor people. No wonder all who entered felt It—even the hardened saloon-keeper.

The next day our friend was led to pass by the place, and there saw tacked on the closed door a paper, which read as follows: