Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1885-01-03
TERMS: $500 PER YEAR
THE EVIL OF III.
Burdette Relates IA Chapter from
Herbert ThOrpe's History.

Herbert ThOrpe's History.
81 can drink it or | can leave 1t alone 2"
said Herbert Thorpe, proudly.
Herbert was the son of an only mother,
and she widow whose husband was
dead. He was Young man of rare
promise, and still rarcr fulfillment He
graduated al college with brilliant hon
or behind the bat, the envied idol of his
nine. Life opened itself before him vol
unfairly, like sick oyster. But, alas
in an evil hour say about half-past ear
ly in the morning-the tenptcr with
small i've might ray c. t. in fact
came upon him.
He became a slave to the foe of young
men, the ID. d.
Not the ID. ID. who breaches to large
and fashionable congregation. Oh, no.
The other ID. ID. the Demon Drink.
He weakly yielded to the fascinations
OF his Daniel Boone companions-Thom-
as and jeremiah, Bill Yards and the
rest of the boys.
"Oh, shun the glass" pleaded the fair
young girl who liked him.
A few weeks ago we would have said
loved him, but since Brlwer's love let
ters were published anything of that
Kind is too awfully-. The ammonia,
please.
He said he never used the glass He
was shaved at the BARRIERS, and he wore
fiat scarf that hid his flannel shirt and
didn't have to be tied.
"Fiy the tempter," said his pastor.
But he said it was all he could do to
fly little kite for thirty days, and he
wasn't very fly, anyhow. And with this
brutal and heartless jest-which in his
better moments Herbert TLorpe never
would have uttered-the white haired
old pastor went away and crawled un-
der a lonely tree and died, some thirty
eight years later of extreme old age and
starvation, brought on by two donation
parties in the same week.
"Do not trife with it," begged his
friends.
And Herbert Thorpe stood up and ut
tered the proud sentence with which
this sad chapter opens.
If the chapter is any sadder than the
people who read it, it will shed enough
tears to wet down all the paper for this
issue of the able and influential journal
you are now perusing with intense de-
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subscribe at once and avoid the rush at
the doors-why. oh, why longer delay
time flies and money is eight per cent
send for circular and see prospectus in
another column.
81 can drink it or let it alone" he said
proudly.
Could he? ..-
We shall see.
4 space of period has elapsed, or, per-
haps. not as long as that.
Herbert Thorpe enters the palatiql bar
room, where the sitting odors of decay
ing cigar stumps, stale tobacco smoke,
and saw-dust and cheese sandwiches.
and the human breath divine lure men
to ruin.
Il car drink it, or | can let it alone"
he whispered to himself. as he ordered
what he wanted, and suggested to the
gentleman behind the bar the propriety
of hurry ing up the same. That gentle
man shook his head with the frmness
and iinmovable conservatism of the
Bartholdi fund.
Drinks are cash." he said.
And Herbert Thorpe turned sadly
away, with the Great American Desert
raging in his parched throat.
| He "let it alone"
| Young man, if you stick TO It and keep
at it long enough, that's What you're
coming to. You say now, 'you can
drink it, or you can leave it alone" But
all the same you keep on drinking it.
Well, keep at it, And just about the
time you learn to like il, and want it all
the time, you will have 10 "let it alone"
You can't raise your pocketbook by band,
my son. That is, you can't bring it up
on the rottle. 1t won't thrive on it.
They empty each other, but they won't
fill each other up. They contrive to fill
yen up, but paradoxical as it may seem,
they clean you out at the same time.
Be wise, nv son, and if you must spend
your money fOolishly, make election bets
with it. You will he cleaned out just as
effectually, but you won't have so much
headache.
ROBERT BURDErTE.