Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1893-05-10

with Digger stakes. fhey play for more
money. and they work moro ruin. AS
the gambling hell is stained with blood
and murder, so this exchange, with its
bets ON grain, its bets on stock, made by
the trick Of a margin or an option, must
must answer at the bar of God for broken
homes and blasted lives. So every nation
must answer that touches gambling and
tolerates it with its law.
The Panama scandal that threatens
the very existence of the French govern
ment is the result of gambling scheme
to which the French government lent its
aid. Is it any wonder thas bribery and
corruption were the result of Panama
lottery? What else could be the result?
What else ever has been the result since
the world was founded: Look where you
please today, and wherever government
touches the trick of the gambler it must
pay for it and IN the same coin that the
individual fool pays. Only ruin follows
in the track of every gambling operation.
legalized and unlegalized. The revolu-
ton in the Sandwich Islands followed
close upon lottery bill. The poverty
and degradation of the Italian lower
classes can be directly traced to the fact
that they spend $4,000, 900 yearly in
national lottery.
WANTED QUARANTINE.
The hope of any nation is its young
men. Let the nation take warning.
There are no old gamblers. Go into any
gambling hell tonight or tomorrow
night, and you will scarcely see a man
above 40 years of age. Only the young
men gamble? Why? Because gamblers
do not grow old. They die young. They
are consumed in this hell on earth. Their
average life is so small that it is a rare
case to find man over 40 years of age
at the gambling table. The men who
stake and lose are from 20 years to 80
years of age. The rest of them have
gone. They have gone to the river.
They have gone to the hospital. Tney
have gone to the morgue. They have
gone to the Jail. They have gone to the
penitentiary. They have gone to the gal
lows and the electric chair. Young man
hood is the hope of the nation and the
hope of the world. If we would save
the nation, our cities must have a quar-
antine not only for cholera, but for the
gambler.
Wanted-a quarantine for the social
dynamiter. We are discussing the prob
lem of how to save society from the dy-
Mantle fiend. Piracy we have outlawed.
The slave trade we have outlawed. They
are punished as offenses against the hui
man race. Laws against them are inter
national; for all the world, except Afri-
ca, universal. The pirateer and the
day has come when the dynamiter and
the gambler must be added to this black |
list.
There is no deeper hellon earth than !
the hell to which the gambler goes, and
yet thousands of gates that lead to this
hell spring wide open before your eyes
today There are at least 5000 gam
bling institutions, counting the bar
rooms, that are in blast every night in /
this city. And other cities have perhaps
as high proportion. There is hope for
a young man who enters other dissipa-
TONS A mothers tears have reclaimed
many a hayward boy from drink. A
fathers appeal has put his feet again on
the road of honesty. A wifes tender
love has led the drunkard from his
cups; but, alas! for the gambler there
should be written across the door,
He who enters here is dead to all
hope" He has gone to the deepest hell.
The cry of wife and child. the cry of
home and homelife. 10 longer hold his
heart, and he who cannot hear the cry
Of his own in cold and hunger is indeed
N the deepest hell. DR.. Coates has well
said:
Dark is the night How dark. No light No
fire.
cold ON the hearth the last faint sparks expire.
she watches by the cradle side
For him who pledged her love last year bride
Can lle desert ne thrsg He knows stay
Night after night in loneliness TO pray
FOR his return. and yet he sees no tear
Sol No. IL cannot be, He will he herei
Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heartl
rhou'rt cold, Thou'rt freezing But he viii
not Part.
husband. die Father, ii is not he.
} God, protect my chiid,' The clock strikes
three.
They're gone, they're gone. The glimmering
spark hath fed.
he wife and child are numbered with the dead.
IN the cold earth, outstretched in solemn rest.
he babe lay frozen on its mothers breast.
he gambler came at last, but all was DER;
bread silence reigned around. The clock struck
four.
Women Must SLEEP.