Sun River sun., 1884-12-11
ives ern coast there werc SO of the
islanders remaining, and be was hini-
self the sole surviving white man.
.Sew York Tribune.
Advice to Young Men.

Yes, my son, there are men wIc. in
tho morning of their lives, the bright
ast, strongest, bravest days they hay,
o live, go through vicious courses anc
'ome ont reformed and all right ut
last. There are some men who do
this. Once in u while you find one;
and you think you will do just as he
did. But the hundred, or the thous
and men who started in with him and
never got through! The swimmers
who plunged into the turbulent sea
dissipation and rccklcssness with hin
aud never gained tho shore again, bu
went down with the combing pillows
and the ycasty breakers7 How about
themY Aren't you more likely to be
one Of the multitude, than you are to
be the exception7 1 tell You, my boy,
ten young fellows Of your age may
embark together in the prodigal husi-
ness. with good capital and red paint
for municipal decorative purposes;
their hands are stoady, their brains
arc clear, their hearts are brave, and
they are ambitious and hopeful and
earnest; they only want to have their
racket and sec the town before they
settle down to herd, steady work.
They are rot going to bo drunkards.
They're all right; they don't believe
in this sort OF thing at all, but they
are young and it's quiet on the farm
with nobody but the old folks and the
elder brother, and they want to travel
and sec the world Il little before they
bee )mc good citizens, props o. society
and pillars of the church. And by
and by, when ,le State, and society
and the church wants them and needs
them, we look for the ten, and there
are not found returning to give glory
10 God for mercy and saving strength
and cheering grace, save the stranger,
the Samaritan. And we ask, "Wherc
are the nine?' My dear boy, there
is more hope fer tho stranger, the
street waif, born in haunts of vice and
walking in its ways all his life, than
there is for the young man who, born
in the light and taught in the ways of
uprightness, deliberately turns his
back upon wisdom and virtue, and in
telligently makes Y v'ce his choice. The
stranger, charmed with purity, and
health, and cleanliness, so new and
beautiful to him, comes back, but the
nine, my son!
Now, my son, be sensible in this
matter You say, 'Oh, well, Ill take
the chances on it," Well, now, that's
al right. Come, you and ! are men
men Of the world, we are reasonable
men, we'll "take the chances on IT,"
That's all ask you to do. just "takc
the chances on it MS you do on the
horse race. on the tnrn of card, on
the election, ON the prize fight, the re-
gatta, the walking match. just give
your moral conduct, your higher life,
your characler, your good name, your
hopes and ambitions IN even show
with the horse race, and draw poker,
and the slugging match. I won't ask
you to do better than that. just give
them n fair field and no favor, and
may the best ono win. At the horse
race do YOU deliberately buy one
chance in ten, in the pools? DO you
put your money on The horse that has
il record OF ten races, nine Of which
he lost? True, you back the favolite
against the field sometimes, but the
fayorite isn't the horse with the losing
record. You don't draw to poker
hand that you know won't fill once in
zen times; not il You can just rs well
draw t. something that is a dead sure
ding nine times out OF ten. You don't
bet On the last man in the walking
match. or course, in all games OF
chance and athletic contests and
games OF skill-and they all go in the
same boat III these days, the chances
are always against you, but you don't
select the worst one do you? Now be
honest, and give yourself as good n
chance in life as you do at the horse
race.
And then getting tired? Well, just
one word, and Ill let you go. In three
card monte, in the poker room, ut the
faro bank, at the horse race, ut the
walking match, in the grand lottery,
in the little bunco scheme, who take
the chanccs?" Honest, now, who take
the chances" Yes, my son, the be-
ters every time; the pool buyers the
people in the grand stand, the ticket
holders, the visitors from the country,
she fools. And who rake in the pile?
Who gather the stamps? You are
correct; the dealer; the bunco steerer,
the manager of the lottery, the poaer
shurp. They don't stake the chances,'
my SON. They are children Of this
world who ''nre in their generation