The Progress., 1893-05-06

money, and they work more ruin. A
the gambling hell Is stained with blool
and murder. so this exchange, with It'
bets an grain, its bets On stock. made by
the trick OF Il margin or an option, must
must answer az the bar of God for broken
homes and blasted lives. So every nation
must answer that toucho, gambling auI
tolcrates il with its law.
The Panama scandal tnst threatens
tn" very existence rftho French govern
ment l.; tn" result pt a gambling schcn'
to which the French government lent I.S
aid. l. 1t any wonder that bribery and
corruption "c:' g. result OF Panama
lottery: What else could be the result;
What else ever has been the result slnc'
the world was founded: Look where you
please today. and wherever government
touches the trick of the gambler it must
pay for it an- i'll the same coin that thu
individual fool pays Only ruin follows
III the track of every gambling operation.
legalized and unlegalized. The revOlu.
ton in the Sandwich Islands followed
close upon ii lottery bill. The poverty
and degradation of yle Italian lower
classes can be directly traced to the fac.
that they spend Sl0,OO0,OOO yearly IN
national lottery.
WANTED-A 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 20 years Of age. Only the youn,
men gamble? Why: Because gamblers
do not grow old. They die young. They
are consumed in this hell on earth. Their
average life is 50 small that it is Il rari
case to find Il man over 10 years of ago
at the gambling table. The men who
stake and lose are from 90 years to 81
years of age. The rest of them have
gone. They have gone to the river.
They have gone to the hospital. They
have gone to the morguc They hay1
gone to the Jail. They have gone to thJ
penitentiary. They have gone to the gal
lows and the electric chair. Young man
hood is the nope of the nation and tho
hope of the world If we would sav3
the nation, our cities must have QIar-
antine not only for cholera, but for the
gambler
Wanted-a quarantine for the socia.
dvnamiter. 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 hu-
man race. Laws against them are inter
national: for all the world, except Afri-
ca. universal. The pirateer and tho
slave trader we will not tolerate. The
day has come when the dynamiter and
the gambler must be added to this black
list.
There is no deeper hell on 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 6,000 gam
bling institutions, counting the bar
rooms. that are in blast every night Ill
this city. And other cities have perhaps
as high proportion. There is hope for
young man who enters other dissipa-
tions \ mothers tears have reclaimed
many a wayward boy from drink. A
fathers appeal has put his feet again on
the road of honesty. A wife's 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, no longer hold his
heart. and he who cannot hear the cry
of his own in cold and hunger is indeed
in the deepest hell. DIR. Coates has we'll
said:
Dark is the night. How dark. No light! No
fire!
Cold on the hearth the last faint sparks expirei
Shiverng she watches by the cradle side
For him who pledged her love last year a bridei
"Can he desert me thus? He knows stay
Night after night in loneliness to pray
For his return, and yet he sees no tear
No. No. 1t cannot be, He will he here!
Nestle more closely, dear one, TO my heart.
Thou'rt cOld Thou'rt freezing But he will
not part
Husband | die. Father, il is not he,
God, protect my child.' The clock strikes
three.
They're gone, they're gone! The glimmerng
spark hath fed.
The wife and child are numbered with the dead
On the cold earth, outstretched in solemn rest.
The babe lay frozen on its mothers breast.
The gambler came at last, but all was DER;
Dread silence Tegned around. The clock struck
four.
A Story Told by a Drummer
In New York city one day last sum-
mer a poor man was sitting in the shade
of building playing hand organ. He
was terribly mutilated, and as his cloth
ing was of the army blue it was an ac-
cepted fact that he had received his in