Daily globe., 1878-06-23
Mind and Money.
BY SARAH p. RRIGHAM

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low?" asked Roger Blake Of his most II.
innate friend and seat-mate in school
| Walter Henshaw.
Don't know. Something attractive
Guess Til pitch tent on the common
and exhibit a dancing bear, sake. anc
cat with two tails-aH for ten cents wa
the careless reply.
Nov, Walter, do be serious. I1Mant tf
talk little about the future. I've made
up my mind to go to college, and | wan1
you to go with me-"
"Whew! that takes money. Poo,
mems sons, such as you and I, can't get
Into college,
"We have health and energy-tha.'s g
capital. | am willing to work hard to
OBTAIN an education"
u mean to be rich, exclaimed Walter
eagerly, "I'll have money somehow.
Money controls the world. It gives po-
sltlon and influence; it covers defects of
character and buys friends and favor"
There is far greater power in a
cultured mlnd," returned Roger earnest
~. There is Joseph Morris, worth
over a million Of dollars, and he is NOT
tenth part as much respected as our
minister, Mr. Harold. who has not =
thousand; but he has q fine mind and a
noble heart, which make him loved and
| honored."
| "Well, you may fill your head, Roger,
with Latin and Greek and science, and
III find way to fill my pocketbook.
Time will show which is the wiser.''
This conversation was held long long
ago, as the boys walked home from
school one bright summer afternoon
Dispite their great dissimilarity of tenn
perament and character, they were warm
ly attached, and nothing had ever occur
ed to disturb the harmony of their friend
ship.
Many years passed. There is con-
quering power in brave spirit Roger
Blake, stimulated by lofty asperations,
had battled desperately with poverty
and had overcome every obstacle in his
path. Higher, higher, higher he had
Climbed. From close student he be-
came brilliant lawyer and wise and
noted judge. He was man of unswerv-
ing integrity, strong advocate Of tenn
perance, and leader in every reforma-
tory movement
One day an important criminal case
was brought into court. The defendant
was man of fine bearing, little past
the meridian of life. His strongly mark
ed features evinced much native ability.
but bore the unmistakable stamp of inc
briation. He was accused of the double
crime OF forgery and manslaughter.
When his name, "Walter Henshaw,"
was read in court Judgt Blake glanced
towards the prisoner. Their eyes met,
and surprise and recognition were visible
IN each. Twenty years had passed since
they parted, and their lives had under
gone a revolution. Walter Henshaw
covered his face with his hands. The
poison Of dark memories was ranking
within him, and the future was hopeless.
Judge Blake, too, was deeply moved, and
MS mind went back through the long
vista of departed years to the time when
they fshed and hunted ana gathered
berries anu nuts together. He had estab-
lished himself in great city and made
name. Where had Walter been these
intervening years. What had caused it?
As the trial progressed much import
ant information was elected from the
witnesses. Walter Hensaaw had early
begun disgraceful career. He had re-
sorted to artitice, dissimulation, and fraud
to obtain money. He had made many
thousand dollars by fortunate specula-
ton. But little by little he had yielded
his manhood to his appetite for strong
drink, and his property had gradually
lessened. To retrieve his shattered for.
tunes he had moved into the city. where
he had gambled desperately and lost far
oftener than he won. He forged the
names of prominent men on notes, and,
when in state Of partial iutoxication, he
had assaulted a fellow gambler and
wounded him so severely that he died.
less pursuit for wealth, followed by intem-
perance, downfall, and ruin
He was convicted of two crimes, forgery
and mans!aughter, and Jud dge Blake was
forced to perform a very painful duty
that of passing a sentence OF imprison-
ment for life on his old friend.
Six months passed. Walter Henshaw
had lived within the gloomy, narrow
boundary Of prison walls Worn out by
previous dissipation, his constitution
soon rapidly failed under confinement,
and it was evident his life was drawing
to close
Judge Blake frequently visited in his
cell, and his soul was filled with pity and
sympathy for the unfortunate man.
Roger" said the prisoner one day in a
noarse, hollow voice, "do you remember
how we used to talk about the future?o
Perfectly" was the sad response.
I'VE took different roads," continued
he prisoner, with tears tricklingdown his
cheek. II sacrificed truth and honor to
wealth, and it led me into intemperance
and ruin. You u.t,vated your mind
and heart, and you stand on the proud
,minence Of your own achievements,
while am lost-lost- lost!'
Dear friend" said Judge Blake, taking
lis hand and warmly pressing It, "God
S ever pitiful and merciful. Jesus came
o seek and to save the lost. There is
pardon and hope for you"
MY poor motherless son--I shall soon
i'll aonvict's grave, and he will receive
he inalienable inheritance of a ruined
lame-a and-and-''
He could say no more. Tears and sobs i
,hoked his utterances.
UWo1+ar - ooknI I,,1~,o pl,I~o 5ttlo4.