Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-02-26

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his mother for support. An only son w.. gu
TO southern city; he was rich, intelleetnsI
and elegant in manners. His parents oavs
him on his departure from home their ~
blessing. The sharpers got hold Of biro
They fattered him. They lured him totb ,
gaming table, and let him win almost ever'.
time for a good while, and patted him -
the back and said, First rate nlave, y
But fully in their grasp they neeced him
and his thirty Thousand dollars were ~,
Lust Of all he put up his watch and ~
that. Then he began to think of his bona
and his old father and mother, and wrots
thus:
"Mv Beloved Parents-Yon win dopb,
less feel momentary JOY at the reesntio,
of this letter from the child Of your b5som
on whom you have layished all the favor'
of your declining years. But should feel.
ing Of joy for moment spring up 10 your
hearts when you should have received tbi,
from me, cherish it not / have fallen
deep-neyer 10 rise. Those gray hairs tbgt
| should have honored and protected /
shall bring down with sorrow to the prava
will not curse my destroyer, but OIL NAV
God avenge the wrongs and imposition.
practised upon the unwary in way that
shall best please him. This. my dear
parents, is the last letter you will ever M.
ceive from me- | humbly pray your In.
giveness 1t is my dying prayer Long
before you have received this letter from
me the cold grave will have closed unoo
me forever. Life to me is insupportable
cannot, nay, will not. suffer the shame
of having ruined you. Forget and forgive
is the dying prayer of your unfortunate
SON."
FOUL FOUL
The old father came to the postoiice. GOT
the letter and fell to the floor. Their
thought he was dead at first; but they
brushed back the white hair from HI
brow and famed him. He had only faint
ed. | wish he had been dead for what i
life worth to father after his son is de
stroyedg When things 90 wrong at gam.
ing table they shout, Foul foulp' Over
all the gaming tables OF the world | ery
out: Foul FOUL Infinitely foul"
Shall sketch the history OF the gambler,
Lured by bad company he finds bis way
into "A place where honest men ought never
to 90. He sits down TO his first game, bat
only for pastime and the desire Of being
thought sociable The players deal out
the cards. They unconsciously play into
Satan's hands, who takes all the tricks and
both the players souls for trumps-he
being sharper at any game. A slight
stake is put up just TO add interest to the
play. Game after game is played. Larger
stakes and still larger. They begin to
move nervously on their chairs. Their
brows lower and eyes flash, until now they
who win and they 40 lose, fired alike
with passion, sit with set jaws, and com
pressed lips, and clinched fists, and eyes
like fire balls that seem starting frontier
sockets, TO see the final turn before il
comes: II losing, pale it'll envy and tremu.
lous with unuttered oaths cast back red
hot upon the heart -or, winning, wtA
hysteric laugh-"Hal hal | have It'll
have itt'
a few years have passed and be is only
the wreck Of a man. Seating himself a,
the game ere be throws the first card, be
stakes the last relic of his wife, aud tie
marriage ring which sealed the solene
vows between them The game is los
and staggering back in exhaustion b
dreams The bright hours of the pas
mock his agony, and in bis dreams lieus
with eyes of fire and tongue of flame circs
about him with joined hands to dance az
sing their orgies with hellish chores
chanting sIIaill brotherr' kissing rs
elammy forehead until their loathsous
locks. flowing with serpents, crawl into tis
bosom and sink heirsharp fangs and sucs
up his lifes blood, and coiling around big
heart pinch it with chills and shudders "
utterable.
BE WARNED IN TIME
Take warningl You are no stronga,
than tens OF thousands who have by tbs
practice been overthrow. Noyoung mas
in our cities can escape being tempted. +
ware Il The ir. beginnings This road
ado ra Z. at.l every instant increass
the ilono .um igaach not upon tbs
trcae cs'ss sllI Ulks strew ne
tearl lv-G. sting SEEMS howl up ana
GOV d. a. sing NaJ Crafts into the He'll
( Il. e;..s g { " ..I have seen within!
O n el =. navel looked eli into thea0y@
amid 4 VI cen the toaming and the hiss
il. sane til, whiriil sof the horrid deeph
which q mlngled victims writhedi one
upon another, ana struggled, strangIel,
blasphemed and dird-the death stare O
eternal despair upon their couutenanees a
the waters gurgled over them.
To gamblers deathbed there comes ne
hope. lie will PROBABLY die alone hs
former associates come not nigh his dWelf
ing. When the hour comes his mlseraos
soul will go out of miserable lile into
miserable eternity. As his poor remains
pass the house where be was ruined 'a
companions may look out a moment ana
say, "There goes the old carcass-deaa a.
last" but they will not get mp from tas
table. Let him down now into his grave
Plant no tree to cast It's shade there 70
the long, deep. eternal gloom chat sel.i@
there is shadow enough. Plant no iOr
get-me-nots" or eglantines around tnesp0s
for flowers were not made to grow on sl-A
a blasted heath. Visit it not in the SUI
shine. for that would he mockery, oa' I
the dismal night, when no stars are outa az
the spirits of darkness come down holssa
on the wind, then visit the grave Of w
gamblerl
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