Billy Sunday Converted at a Little Mission

One day, some years ago, a policeman walking his beat in Chicago, observed a man standing before a little building, with bared head, acting-as the cop thought-"pretty queer.” “Either sick-or drunk,” he concluded, eyeing the man suspiciously. Then he walked up to where the man stood with eyes closes, and grunted: “What’s the matter, Mac? Sick?” The man opened his eyes, and smiled. “No, officer. My name’s Bill Sunday, and I was converted right here in that little mission. I never come by here that I don’t take off my hat and say a prayer.” The cop grinned now, reached a giant hand to Billy, and said, heartily: “Put ‘er there, Bill! I’ve heard about it. You keep right on with your prayer, and I’ll keep the crowd away.” (Source Unknown).