He went and found the strong man poring over the pages of the book in his effort to find the way of life.  He explained the gospel and Barretto was soon converted, as was also his sister.  His wife held on to her old faith.  She would pray, but would use the Crucifix.  Finally the husband and sister decided they would burn the idol, which they accordingly did.  When the wife saw that no dreadful calamity befell the house she concluded that the idol was a powerless thing and gave her heart to Christ.

The life of Jose Barretto since that time has been a burning light.  He has been as zealous in following Christ as he ever was in following evil, though not so violent.  His witness has been honored amongst his own family and relations especially.  They have been forced to realize that there is something in Christianity which can produce such a remarkable change in the life of such a violent man.  When we were in his home we learned of a family of twenty-one, some distance out in the country, who were ready to make confession of their faith and be baptized.  They were anxious for the missionary to come and baptize them and to organize a church in one of their homes.  These people were the relatives of Jose Barretto.  It is marvelous how the witness of his life is bearing fruit.  He lost his position as Superintendent by his acceptance of Christ, but is now making a living as a coffee merchant.

We had a remarkable service at the church that night.  A great throng pressed into the building, and Jose Barretto was the chief usher.  I have never seen a man who could crowd more people into a building than could he.  After the house had been packed there still remained on the outside a crowd as large as that sandwiched into the building.  I preached the gospel once more, speaking, of course, in all of these services through an interpreter.  When I called for those who would confess Christ I did not ask them to come forward because there was no room for them.  They stood here and there over the audience until more than twenty expressed themselves as having accepted Christ and desiring membership in the church.  When one man stood amongst this number I noticed that Jose Barretto was very deeply moved.  His great frame shook with emotion.  I learned afterwards that the man who stood was a police sergeant, who in the old days had been Jose’s confederate in his political crookedness.  That night this man stood acknowledging his sins and asking for membership in the church.  Jose’s faithfulness had won him.  Once more we witnessed a marvelous victory of the gospel.

On the very day on which we visited Santo Antonio and were entertained in the home of our good brother Jose Barretto, this great stalwart fellow who had been such a violent opposer of Christianity and who had previously lived such a desperate life, was met on the street by one of his former schoolmates.  His schoolmate chided him for becoming a Christian and insinuated that Jose’s conversion was an