The Brookhaven leader., 1886-10-07

can not stand this life any longer, and I
must 60 out and see the world"
The same young men and others OF =
growing acquaintance ever ready to es.
cort him. There is never any lack Of such
guidance. II man wants to 20 the whole
roand of sin, he can find plenty
to take him, a whole regiment who
know the way. But after awhile
Edwards money Is all gone. He has re-
ceived his salary again and again, but 1t
was spent before he got II, borrowing q
little here and a little there. What shall
he do now! Why, he has seen In his
rounds of the gambling tables men who
put down dollar and took up ten, put
down a hundred and took up thousand.
Why not hei To reconstruct his finances
he takes hand and wins; is in a frenzy
Of delight aud takes another hand-and
looses all.
When he first came to the city Edward
was disposed to keep Sunday in quietness,
reading little and going occasionally TO
hear a sermon. Now Sunday is a day OF
carousal. He Is so full Of intoxicants by
eleven o'clock in the day he staggers into
one of the licensed rum holes of the city.
Some morning Edward, his breath
stenchful with rum, takes his place in the
listless, or silly, or impertinent, or In some
way incompetent, and a messenger
comes to him and saysi
1.-THE firm desires to see you in their
private office"
The gentleman in the private office
says:
Edward, we will not need you any
more. We owe you a little money for
services since we paid you last, and here
it is"
"What is the matters" says the young
man. II can not understand this. Have
done anythingi"
The reply is: ave do not wish any
words with you. Our engagement with
each other is ended"
"Out of employment" What does that
mean to a good young manP 1t means OPP
portunity to get another and perhaps bet
ter place, 1t means opportunity for mem
tai improvement and preparation for
higher work.
"Out of employment" What does that
mean to dis,ipated young manf 1t
means a lightnin express train on down
| grade on the Grand Trunk to perdition.
| AL Borak was winged horse, on which
| Mohammed pretended to have ridden by
| night from Mecca to Jerusalem and from
Jerusalem to the seventh heaven with
such speed that each step was as. far as
the eye could reach. A young man out OF
employment through his designations is
seated on an AL Borak, riding as fast In
the opposite direction.
1t is now only five years since E lward
came to town. He used to write hom
once a week at the Ion est. He has not
written home for three months. 'What
can be the matter" say the old people
at home. One Saturday morning the
father put on the best apparel of his ward
robe and goes to the city to find out.
"Oh, he has not been here for a long
WHILE" say the gentlemen of the firm.
| Your son, am sorry to say, IS on the
| wrong track"
The old father goes hunting him from
| place 10 place, and comes suddenly upon
him that night In place of abandonment.
| he father saws:
my son, come with me. Your mother
has sent me to bring you home.
hear you are out of money aud good
clothes, and you know as long as we live
you can have home. Come right away"
he says, putting his hand on the young
mans shoulder. In an angry tone Ed
ward replies:
"Take your hands off me! You mind
your own bus iness! | will do as please!
Take your hands off me or | will strike
you down! You go your way and l will
go mine!"
That Saturday night, or rather Sunday
morning-for it is by this time two O'Clock
in the norning-the father goes to the city
home of his son Nicholas, and rings the
bell, and rings again and again, and it
seems as if no answer would be given;
Lut, after awhile, a window is hoisted and
a voice C ies
"Who's there?"
at is me-" says the old man.
"Why, father, is that you?"
In minute the door is opened and the
son says: "What in the world brOuy ht
you to the city at this hour of the night?"
"Oh! Edward has brought me here. |
feared your mother would go stark crazy
not hearing from him, and l find out that
it is worse with him than expected"
Eyes" said Nicholas, 81 had not the
heart to write you any thing about it. l
have tried my best with him and all in
vain. But it is after two O'clock" saws
Nicholas to his father, land will take
YOU to bed"
On a comfortable couch in that house the
old father lies down coaxing sleep for a
few hours, but no sleep comes. Whose
house is it? That of his son Nicholas. The
fact is that Nicholas, soon after coming
to the city, became indispensable to
the commercial establishment where
he was placed. He knew what few
persons know, that in all depart.
ments of business, and mechanism and
art there Is a surplus of people of ordinary
application and ordinary diligence; there
is a great scarcity, and always has been
a great scarcity, of people who excel.
Plenty of people to do things poorly or
tolerably well, but very few clerks, or
business men or mechanics who can do
splendidly well. Approaching this, Mich
olas had resolved to do so grandly that
the business firm could not do without
him. Always at his place a little after
every body had gone. AS extremely po-
lite to those who decline purchasing as to
those who made large purchases. He
drank no wine, for he saw 1t was the en-
poisonmento of multitudes, and when any
one asked him to take something, he said
"No" with the peculiar intonation that
meant no. His conversation was always
as pure as il his sisters had been listening.
He went to no place of amusement where
he would be ashamed to die. He never