Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-09-18
From UndiseipIined Homes.

the sleepless nights you have passed abou
him. He started on the downward roac
and will not stop, call you ever so tender
ly. Oh, it is hard, 1t is very hard, after
having expended so much kindness and
care, to get such pay of ingratitude! There
Is many young man proud of his mother
who would strike into the dust the bastard
who would dare to do her wrong, whose
hand this morning by his first step in sin
is sharpening a dagger to plunge through
that mothers heart / saw it. The tele-
gram summoned him. / saw him come in,
SCARED and bloated, to look upon the life.
less form of his mother-whoSe gray locks
pushed back over the wrinkled brow he had
whitened by his waywardness. Those eyes
had rained floods of tears over his iniQuity.
That still white hand had written many a
loving letter of counsel and invitation. He
had broken that old heart. When he came in
ne threw himself On the sottn and ssSbsa
But the lips that kissed him in infancy and
that had spoken so kindly on other days
when he came home, spake not. They were
sealed forever. Rather than such memo
ry in my soul l would have rolled on me
now the Alps and the Himalayas. "The
eye that mocketh its father and refuseth to
obey its mother, the ravens of the valley
shall pick it out, and the young eagles
shall eat it."
The Second CauIdren OF Iniquity
to which l point you is an indolent life.
There are young men coming TO our city
with Industrious habits, and yet they see
in our city great many who seem to get
along without any work. They have no
business and yet they are better dressed
than industrious men, and they seem to
have more facilities of access to amuse-
Of %
to hang around the engine-hOuse, or the
PierrepOnt House, or the st. Nicholas, or
the other beautiful hotels, or lounge around
the City Hall, their hands in their pockets,
tooth pick in their mouth, waiting for
some Crumb to fall from the office holders
table; or gazing at the criminals as they
come up in the morning from the station
houses, jeering at them as they leap from
the city van to the Court House steps.
All, | would as soon think of stsnding at
the gate OF Greenwood to enjoy q funeral
as to stand at the City Hallin the morning
when the city van drives up to look at the
carcasses OF men and women slain for both
worlds, The industrious people see these
ldlers standing about and they wonder
how they make their living. IwOnder, too.
They have plenty of money for the ride
They have plenty of money to bet on the
boat race or the horse race; they can dis
CuSS the flavor of the cOStliest wines; they
have the best seats at the theatcr. But still
you ask me: How do they get their
money" Well, my friends, there are four
ways OF getting money-just four, By in
heritance, by earning it, by begging it, by
stealing it. Now, there are many people
in our community who seem to have plenty
of money who did not inherit it, and who
did not earn it, and who did not beg it.
You must take the responsibility of saying
how they got it. There are men who get
tired OF the drudgery of life and see
These Prosperous IdIers,
and they consort with them and they learn
the same tricks and they go to the same
ruin-at death their departure causing no
more mourning than is felt for the fast
horse that they foundered and killed by a
too haSty watering at 'Tunison's.' On, the
pressure on the industrious young men is
when they see people all
around about them full OF seeming success
but doing nothing. The multitude of those
What Is the use 0T WORKING
in the store or office or shop or on the scat
fold or by the forge, when you can get your
living by your wits? A merchant OF New
York was passing along the street one even
ing and he saw one of his clerks, halt-dis-
guised, going into one OF the low theatres:
lie said within himself: 81 must look out
for that young man" One morning the
merchant came to his store and this clerk
of whom have been speaking came up in
assumed CONSERVATION and said: The
store has been on fire. have
got il out but many OF the
goods are gone" The merchant Instantly
seized the young man by the collar and
said: Il have had enough of this. You
can't deceive me. Where are the goods you
stole" And the clerk confessed 1t instant
". The young man had gone into the plan
OF making money by slcight OF hand and by
his wits. You Will get out OF this world
lust so much as, under God, you earn by
Your own hand aud brain. HoratiuS was
told he might have so much land as he
could plough around in one day with
woke of oxen, and have noticed tnat men
yet nothing in this world that is worth pos
sessing of a financial, moral or spiritual ma
ture. save they get it by their Own hard
work. 1t is Just so much as, from themorn-
ing 10 the evening OF your life yop can
plough around by your own Coutinuousand
hard sweating industries. 60 to the ant
thou sluggard, consider her ways and be
wise"
Another Cauldron OF Iniquity
is the dram shop. Surely there is death in
the pot. Anacharsis said that the vine had
the grapes: Pleasure, drunkenness, misery.
Richard Ill. druSned his own brother,
Clarence, in a butt of wine-thcSc two in
cidents quite tpyical. Every saloon built
above ground or dug under ground IS a CEN
tire of evil. II may be licensed, and 1t may
conduct its business in elegant style; but
after awhile the color will fall off and you
will see the iniquity in its right Goloring:
Plant grOg shop in the midst OF the finest
block of houses in your city, and the prop
erty will depreclate 5, TO- 20, 30, 81 per
cent. Men engaged in the ruinouS traffic
sometimes say: You don't appreciate the
fact that the highest revenues paid to the
Government are by our business. Then
remember what Gladstone, the Prime Min.
ister of England, said TO a committee OF
men engaged in that traffic when they
came 10 him to deplore that they were
not treated with more consideration: Cen
tlemeu, don't be uneasy about the revenue,
Give Me 3O,OOO,OO Sober People.
and I will paw all the revenue, and have
large surplus But, my friends, the ruin
to property is very small part of the evil.
1t takes everything that is sacred In the
family, everything that is holy In religion;
everything that is infinite in the soul, and
tramples Il into the mire. The marriage
day has come. The happy pair at the altar
The music sounds. The gay lights flash.
The feet bound up and down the drawing
room. Started on bright voyage OF life;
sails all up, the wind abaff, you prophesy
everything beautiful. But the scene
changed. A dingy garret; no fire; on
broken chair sits a sorrowing woman. Her
last hope gone. Poo, disgraced, trodden
under foot-she knows the despair OF be-
ing q drunkard's wife. The gay barque
that danced off on the marriage morning
has become a battered hulk, dis
masted and shipwrecked. "On." she
saws, HE was as good man IS ever lived.
He was so kind, he was so generous; noone
better did God ever create than he. But
the drink. the drink did it." A young man
starts from the country home for the city.
Through the agency of metropolitan friends
he has obtained place in a store or bank.
That morning in the farm house the lights
are kindled very early and the boys trunk
is on the wagon. The scene changes. Five
years after and there is q hearse coming up
fbe old lane in front of the farm house.