The Red Cloud chief., 1884-06-27
A Fathers NartyrdOm.

MY son a saloon keeper. dealing out
drau@hts of poison. death and destruc-
ton 10 his fe I"wmen, o, that have
lived IL sec this day"
The speaker was an old. gray-baired
man of eighty Years. who had tried to
bring up his children 10 he respectable
men and women: and 10 Il certa;n eN-
tent he had succeeded. But now when
he was 50 Near l!fe'S setting sun. this
bitter knowledge must bc thrust upon
HIM, Ia rob him oi that calm content
which the aged alone can feel when all
is well. The love of God was strong
within him. and he fei: that there was
still a work for him 10 do. 50 he hast
ened up Ia Salem. where his son lived,
and trieG By prayer and entrcaty "a turn
him from his shameful work. Although
the son seemed touched 10y his aged
fathers appeal, Vet lie wen on with his
vile traffic az before. The old gentle
man now tired TO buy his saloon. offer
ing him the sum of two thousand dol
lars, which was al the money he had in
the world.
"Eou don't want TO run the thing
yourself. 10 You. father said the son,
IN a mirlhful tore.
"Yes. if you'll le: me nave i. I'll rGn
il off the FL of the EARTH was the old
gcntieInan'S ready reply. But the son
would not sell. and The old centleman's
next move was 10 follow his son up
| tc.yn in the morning. and when the sa-
loon door was unlocked. he stationed
himself. with cane in hand, in the door
way. The saloon was on tn" corner,
and men began to flock aroTng il As
Eec> do around the hive: but the old
man who stood there. leaning heavily
on his ane with sadness depicted on
every lincament of his kind old face. his
hair white aS the SNOW. presented such
Il sad picture o. aga and helpicS>nesS,
that the would-be tipplers turned away
in shame.
But there WAS another class Ok de-
hauciiees who were MT able TO be out
so early in the morning Is the former.
Thcv came At last. with unsteady step
and blood-Shot eyes. What did they
care for this little old man. who stood
! Is a barrier between them and the sub
| tie poison tina: robbed them OF strength
and will?
Don't come here,,' said the old
man. a. they attempted to pass him.
- Ii the gateway TO death and dcs-
iruc,ion; think
I'm thinking Of a drink ust now"
/ yelled an old topcr i'll an angry tone.
and rs he said this. he caught the old
man by the arm. and threw him on the
pavement with great force.
Before the bartender could realize
what was being done. he saw his father
living bleed ng and srnselesS on the
sidewalk. He wa over the counter
and out of the saloon in a moment.
and. picking his father up, he carried
MIN tcDdcrlv across the street TO a
doctors Office. Seeing that he would
receive proper attention. he rushed out
of the Office, like 4 lion let loose in his
rage. hurrying hitler and th,ther in
search OF the villain who had com
mitted the outrage: but this monster in
human form was not to be found, and
it was well for HIM that he could not
The old gentleman was soon restored
TO consciousness. There was n slight
! cut on his temple. This, and the
shock that he sustained TO his nervous
system, rendered him incapable for a
time. But. when he was again able 20
re out. he took his stand in the saloon
door again. saving to his son:
Il SHALL stand here until | am again
thrust out, or. if need be. until l drop
dead in nv tracks, if God so wills IL"
1t is needless TO say the saloon WAS
closed.-Lydia A. HrSkct, in Church
aud Home.