Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-05-19

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amusement. The merchant said to
himself: Il must look out for that
clerk; he is going in bad company
and going in bad places; / must look
out for him." A few months passed
on, and one morning the merchant
entered his store, and this clerk OF
whom / have been speaking came up
in assumed CONSERVATION and said:
''Oh, sir, the store has been ON fire; !
have put out the fire, but there are a
great many goods lost; We have had a
great crowd OF people coming and go
ing" Then the merchant took the
clerk by the collar and said: Il have
had enough of this; you cannot de-
ceive me; where are those goods you
stolef' The young man instantly
confessed his villainy.
o the numbers of people in these
great cities who are trying to get their
living not honestlyl And they are a
mighty temptation 10 the industrious
young man who cannot understand it.
While these others have it so easy
they have il so hard. Horatius of
olden time was told that he could lave
Just as much ground as he could plow
around with a yoke of oxen in n
day. he hooked up the oxen Ia the
pillow and he cut a very large circle
and plowed until he came to the same
point where he started, and all that
property was his. But have Ia tell
Won today that lust so much finarcial,
Just so much moral, just SO EIuch
spiritual possession you will have as
you compass with your own indus
tries, and Just so much as frop the
morning of your life TO the evening OF
your life you can pillow around with
your own hard work. 60 to the ant,
thou sluggard; consider her ways and
be wise" One of the most awful cal
drons of death today is an indolent
life. Thank God that you have TO
work. - ~saIsEas~~
THE AWFUL SALOON.
III. Once more | remark: that the
dram shop is a great caldron OF in.
EQUITY in our time. Anacharsis said
that the vine bore three grapes the
first was Pleasure, the next was Drum
kenness, and the next Misery. Every
saloon above ground or under ground
is a fountain of iniquity. 1t may have
a license and il may 60 along quite
respectfully for a while, but after a
while the cover will fall off and the
color of the miquity will be displayed.
'Oh," says some one, You ought
TO be easier on such a traffic when il
pays such a large revenue TO the gov
eminent, and helps support your
schools and your great institutions Of
mercy" And then ! think of what
William Z. Gladstone said-l think il
was the first time he was chancellor
of the eXchequer-when men engaged
in the ruinous traffic came TO him and
said their business ought 10 have more
consideration from the fact that tpaid
such a large revenue 10 the English
government Mr.. Gladstone said:
Gentlemen, don't worry yourselves
about the revenues; give me thirty
millions of sober people, and well
have ven enough and u surplus"
We might i'll this country-this
traffic perished-have less revenue,
but we would have more happy homes,
and we would have more peace, and
we would have fewer people in the
penitentiary, and there would be tens
of thousands of men who are now on
the road TO hell who would start Oh
the road 10 heaven.
But the financial ruin isa very small
part Of il. This iniqulty of which
| speak takes everything that is
sacred out Of the family, everything
that is holy in religion, everything
hat is infinite in the soul and tramples
it under foot. The marriage day has
come. The twain are at the altar.
Lights flash. Music sounds. Gay
feet 60 up and down the drawing
room. Did ever a vessel launch on
such a bright and beautiful seat The
scene changes. Dingy garnet. No fire.
On a broken chair a sorrowful wife.
Last hope gone. Poor, forsaken, trod-
den under foot. she knows all the sor-
row of being a drunkard's wife. oh"
she says, ''he was the kindest man that
ever lived. he was no noble, he was so
goodl God never made a grander man
than he was, but the drink did il, the
drink did it!' Some day she will press
her hands against her temples and cry:
''Oh, my brain, my brain !" orshe will
go out on the abutment of the Bridge
some moonlight night and look down
on the CLASSY surface and wonder il
under that CLASSY surface there is not
some rest for a broken heart.
A young man, through the inter-
cession Of metropolitan friends, gets a
place in a bank or store. He is going
to leave his country home. That
morning they = up early in the old
homestead. The trunk is on the
wagon. Mother says: MY son, | put
a Bible in the trunk, | hope you will
read il often" She wipes the tears
away with her apron. oh" ne says,
come, don't you be worried, /
know how TO take care Of my
self. Don't be worried about me.
The father says; "My son, be a
good boy and write home often,
your mother will be anxious to
hear from you" Crackl goes the
whip, and over the hills goes the
wagon. Five years have passed on,
and a dissipated life he's done its work
for that young man. There is a hearse
coming up in front of the old home.
stead. The young men Of the neigh
borhood who have stayed on the farm
come in and say: "Is il possiblel
Why, hedoesn't look natural, does her
Is that the fair brow we used 10 know
Is that the healthy cheek we used TO