For some months after his release Burke tried to find work, but no one would take him, knowing his past history. He thought perhaps it was because of his ugly face. He went to New York and was taken in by a member of the police force, who knew him, and who told him he would shoot him dead if he abused his confidence.
Being unsuccessful in New York, he returned to St. Louis. One day this man who had realized what the "enemy" had done for his life received a message from the sheriff that he was wanted at the courthouse. He obeyed with a heavy heart.
Thy God whom thou servest continually, he will deliver thee.—Dan. 16:6.
"Some old case they've got against me," he said, "but if I'm guilty I'll tell them so; I've quit lying." The sheriff greeted him kindly.
"Where have you been Burke?"
"In New York."
"What have you been doing there?"
"Trying to find an honest job."
"Have you kept a good grip on the religion you told me about?" inquired the sheriff.