The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1888-01-18
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LOCAL OPTION COLUMN.
Sayings Of Sam Jones.

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"The next I'm going to talk about
is the sin of intemperance. My! My!
When we talk about that the hori-
zon widens and the field broadens
until we say we need a lifetime on
that one proposition. And let me
say to you young man, old gambler,
mark what 1 tell you! Tramp,
tramp, the boys are marching Co.
600 a year into the drunkard's grave,
and every barroom in Kansas City
and America are but the Offices of
hell to fill up the graves of our poor
drunken boys. CApplause.] God
help us to see it. If there is a man
upon earth that has got right to
cry out upon this subject, I am that
man. Hear me, my countrymen on
this question. I have got the right
to speak out. In 1869 went to the
state of Kentucky and there married
a rosy checked, beautiful, Christian
girl and carried her to my own state.
I was then just admitted to the bar
to practice law and in three short
years after she came to my home, 0,
how it was blighted, my life and my
home! In that time God sent a
little angel to my house who was all
of life to me; and that little cherub
staid there for nineteen months.
Many time in my sober moments I
pressed her to my heart and blessed
her that she was the infant OF my
loving wife. My dear wife had lost
the companionship of a husband and
during those dreary hours God was
kind enough to giveher a little angel
to sleep in innocency by her side.
And often I have gone staggering
into that cheerless home. But God
took her to himself before she was
two years old and if I ever get to
that bright world will hunt her up,
that precious little cherub, and be.
fore the hosts of heaven I will beg
her pardon for ever staggering into
her presence. drank on until ]
saw the light fade out of my home
I saw the roses fade out of wife's
1 cheek, and at last, a poor hopeless
> wretch, I wandered, with but ont
friend in the world, and that wa
wife. I have walked up at midnigh
and found her kneeling at my bet
as she cried out: Great God, saw
my husband; great God, redeem M
husband And if I had anothe
friend in the world at all it was m
father. Poor man! I broke hi
heart literally, but thank God 70
: that day in August when I was call
ed up to see him die. He caugh
II hold of my hand and squeezed it /
5, his bony hand and said to me:
n am about to go home. I want
.r say this to you; You have given N
more trouble than all my children
I can hear his words to-day: Pron
Il ise your dying father that you wi
,e meet him in heaven staid the1
In and mustered up all the courage
my nature, and said: Eyes, father,
}. will. I will, and glory be to God
in will start toward the good wor]
Or one of these days. A poor drum
ard saved by grace, I will enter Il
g. pearly gates. Don't drink boy
In three short years conquered Il
" appetite that haunts me until tt
day. That appetite is on my tra
p. day by day. Though I have beer
preacher for sixteen years, yet I wa
to say to you, and it is the saddle
Il thing a mortal man ever said. I sh
never consider myself saved from
drunkard's grave until my wife l
- es my cold lips and 1 am home f
- ever. God save me from that ap]
tite. Intemperance! intemperan
I may be rough, and I may be
~, travagant, and I may be harsh. |
3m my heart pushes out like the flow
- a river, toward every poor drunk:
that walks this earth. I know b
we you feel like rushing up this aft
lho noon unto Him who is able to S;
.p you.