The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1875-01-14

q BE sure your sin VIII ind you out J" Il
doesn't oIrays ind one out, as far Is public
exposure is concerned, in this life; and yet,
often it does 50, under such peculiar cir
cunstanees, as to look a. If the Avenger
were on = mans track. Several months ago
little boy was stolen from near Philadel-
phia, and notwithstanding rewards were
offered and every effort made by the acutest
detectives in the land, yet to tins day it has
not been discovered where the boy is. Il
is easy enough TO say that there has been .
big fuss made over one little boy, for the pa
pers have been for months osaating as to the
whereabouts Of Charlie Ross, and every lit.
tie boy who could not be accounted for, fran
Maine to Californis, has been supposed to
be the stolen lad but we think too much has
not been made Of IT, for every parent thinks
''that II the stolen one had been my boy"
and so every kind hearted man and woman
wants enough fuss made over it to make il
impossible hereafter for thieves to steal lit
tie boys and girls, even if they are permit
ted to break into half dozen houses for
money every night in Austin and every cit
izen feels that it Is contrary to the whole
spirit of our institutions that a stolen boy
cannot be found. But in moraIizing, We
are wandering from our story. A few
nights ago, two burglars broke into an
empty house on Long Island, but an alarm
connecting the houses reused the inmates Of
house near by, who watched these
burglars and shot them both as they left the
house. One died instantly, the other lived
SOME hours. Wei, what have these two
dead burglars to do with the lost boy
Charlie Ross3 Just this, the dying confes-
sion of the one who lived long enough to
tell story, together with the fact that the
police of New York had long been on
their track, so positive were they that
these men were the guilty ones, makes it
certain that they were the abductors Of
Charlie Ross. suppose almost every
reader of the STATESMAN will say with a
woman, who stood by the dying man, at
serves you right" for the whole affair looks
like justice st last; and yet we are almost
sorry a woman said that, and we cannot but
have feeling of pity for the dying crimi-
nal as he replied to the woman, Madam,
I've been q very wicked fellow, 1 know. {"
It's sad story, when man who might
have made something of life, lives as this
one did, and dies such death. 1t was
the hard ending of hard and bitter
life. Years ago the man was boy, and
stood where there were two diverging
paths. The one led to toll and usefulness
and honor, the other to sin and shame and
despair. Alas, this one chose the latter.
Little zeal pleasure did he get out of such
life, for he had been suspected, pursued
and imprisoned at times, and was under q
cruel bondage to sin. At last he dies as q
dog dies-with none to lament him. And
while we trust all will pity him, yet all will
feel that 1t Is just. Surely "the way of
transgressors is hard" Every one who has
begun such life of sin, and every one who
thinks such a life would be pleasant, stop
and think over the end of such course.
In all the creation of the great God there is
no place for the sinner to escape detection
and punishment.