Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-07-12
NOME VERSUS SALOON.
.ro W. pA1S AND MISS F. E. WILLARD.

gro. ". BAN AND MISS F. E. WILLARD.
rao. Question of the deso!ation of the
Ar,r',n politics. I wish I could put
.he canvas an imaginary home. I
on a,,ii1 not make a fine mansion on the
wo '',,ne. nor an old log cabin, but would
al-a a comfortable house with it's gar
h us and lime shade-trees, with birds
u ;,,g;no the song of JOY in the morning
TIsn would put in this ideal home a
Island wife, children; the eldest bow
living the team TO the barn, the second
n w the COWS, and the third whistlinp a
taniliar household tune.
Then would have Congress appoint a
commission of inquiry upon political
economy, and inquire: Madam, We
VIII do for this American Republic9"
She would reply: Gentlemen, we are
.yy,ne to make our boys patriotic Cit
izens: we are trying to make our daugh-
ter 1rue woman; we are trying to love
cod and keep his commandments
md to cultivate the grace of hospital.
itv. Walk in, gentlemen, and take tea
with us" The chairman says: Madam.
we have called to know what sacrifice
his lone will make for this Republic.
This country is in danger, and We want
m answer Just now!" We will talk IT
over" is the reply. Take our eldest
lov: take him away to the battlefield, and
if he tails in defense of his country's
flag, we will kiss the second one, and
saw. go fill your brothers place."
Any GOVERNMENT THAT WILL NOT PRO.
rEcT THAT HOME By ALI THE POWER
OF ITS POLICE AND THE MAJESTY
OF ITS LAW FROM THE CURSED
LIQUOR TRAFFIC Is NOT
THE REPUBLIC IT
OUGHTTo BE.
1t is tolts o. Ben Wade that he once rode
upon his horse to find the Government.
He went to the President. who said, II
am not the Government. He went to
the Senate and Congress, and they said,
we are not the Government" He then
called his neighbors into the old school.
house, and said, Il want TO talk to the
Government" ask You, gentlemen, if
Won love this American Republic? Then
silence the rum-power that is destroying
our homes
Ours is the great and sacred cause of
the home versus the saloon. Our people
are bound to discover that this country
cannot support both institutions. One
must go up into safety-the other down
into outlawrv. / would like to summon
here into the witness box saloon keeper,
il an honest hour, to testify to US what it
is that he does for this great, kindly COM
pact that We call society. We want to
Ind ont what he proposes to add to the
firms capital stock-the great firm of We.
Us and Company. The individual comes
i'll asa junior partner, and he must rem
der reason why he should be admitted.
The saloon-keeper not accustomed to
look at the subject from this angle of
vision, finds a conundrum not easy to be
solved. Perhaps he will say: Il am q
tiller and the people. They take the COL
den grains and luscious fruits of the
earth, and by their processes change them
into alcoholic drinks, which leap up into
the brain as panther leaps upon a deer
40 not deliberately desire to do harm,
bat must keep my patronage recruited,
because it do this | am sure to become
rich man after awhile. That is the rea-
son why I am in the business.
MUST PUT MY TAX ON SOMEBODY'S
FIRESIDE, ON SOMEBODY'S GRA-
DIE, ON SOMEBODY'S
DEAREST AND BEST.
IL! order to succeed must take away
the little fellow from his mothers side,
bait for him with cigarettes and cider,
music. cards and young company, draw
ing him away gradually, until after a
while will change the boys ideas so
greatly that he who loved the songs OF
home and sanctuary shall far better love
the bac@hana.ian ttitty of the saloon
he who used to breathe Gods name. in
prayer shall hiss cut that name in curses:
and | will SO change his face that his
mother would 10. know him, and his soul
that God would OF recognize it, Iwant
70 saf to YOU, strong, sturdy men. do not
forget your duty when you drop Your bal
lots III the sacred urn where a republic
manufactures destiny
Do You remember the splendid conduct
OF Conductor Bradley. whose heroic story
Whittier has made immortal?
founding a curve not great many
miles from here, Conductor Bradley saw
another train bearing down upon his own
AT Lightning speed. Bending to the
brakes with might and main, "he did his
duty as brave man should: but in the
Mangled with those whom he had tried
to save. Taken from the wreck a short
time after, the hero spoke no word about
himself OF friends, but murmured in dy
ing anguish, Put out the signals for
the other train!"
Dear friends, there is another century
Speeding toward us along the track of
time. Don't you almost hear the rumble
OF he train? Can't You catch the distant
whistle of the Twentieth Century Express
coming along behind us at more than
lightning speed?W OF the nineteenth CEN
tary have suffered pain, loss, and almost
ruin by the collision of our best beloved
with the grinding engine Of the liquor
uaifc. Our cycle is almost at an end
God grant that with devoted loyalty We
may put out the signals for the other
tram that for the twentieth century, SO
10ll OF light and life, whizzing toward us
SO rapidly, We may wave aloft in friendly
warning the electric torch of scientific
temperance instruction. and turn on the
glowing headlight of Prohibitory Law.
-Demorests Magazine.
The Solnnn and Cnvarumant