The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1895-07-06

graceful manner; develOpes into manly
beauty; weds 2 beautiful maiden; sets
up an elegant home; leads gay care
less life. Children come: wine flows
freely and fires their blood. There are
words between husband and wife; he
drinks more deeply, becomes reckless
and desperate.
Ladies' and gentlemen, look again
into the drop of liquor. | see middle
aged man, seedy and faded with an I'M
steady gait; red nose and watcry
eyes. He is hurrying down the street
to get something to bracs him up. His
wife has gone to the dogs; his children
are growing up vicious. His friends are
gone, his credit and his ambition are
gone. The windows of his home are
filled with rags. His front gate is down
and the roof leaks. At the door of the
magnificent palace where he drank his
first class Of wine he pauses. An at
tendant grects him with a stern "Move
on and q motion Of his finger toward
the policeman on the opposite side Of
the street | see all this, ladies and
gentlemen, in this drop of liquor.
Yes, little more. The battered
and degraded man, who was once
bright faced school-bOy, is turned pen
niless upon the street. \ patrol wagon
drives away with two of his children,
one living, the other bleeding from a
death wound. The headlines of the
morning paper stare hIm in the face;
his wife, living under an assumed name
with another man, has committed sui
eide. The agent of the tenement clicks
the cold steel of the door lock in his
ear holding everything he had in the
world for rent, and he is a beggar in the
street
The realization of his awful situation
sohers him. He secs an add opening a
chance to make some money easily
He applies. He invests his last dollar
in an article to sell upon the street
corners. He stands before you today.
ladies and gentlemen, gazing into this
wonderful instrument which is offered
for sale, that It's profits may keep him
from starving. Thank you. Thank YOU
for your kindness. l have a few left
at low price of one dime.
''But, ladies and gentlemen, l have
not told you all. | see in the drop Of
liquor in this microscope, a pitiful
wretch spending his last cent for fry
drink TO qUench his craving thirst. In
some low dive or covered alley-wav he
bids himself from the world Horrible
visions begin to burst upon his gaze
lie starts, he pulls his hair, throws out
his hand TO thrust invisible monsters
from linn. lie screams; he shrieks;
he covers his face and shuddcrs. He is
suffering untold torments in the paroxy-
SINS of delirium tremens. Don't start
back, ladies and gentlemen, until | tell
you the rest. There is an open grave
IN the pOtter's field. The bones of 4
nobody are jostled into it, and that You
say is the end of the fair-haired boy.
But no. Across the mystic chasm
there arise shadows of dancing lurid
llamcs and fendish visions with gIaring.
eyehaIls and poisoned darts to torment
the last miserable Victim of strong.
drink sent down to hell"
Some Of the ISLANDERS by Shuddered,
some laughed carclessly, others looked
pltiful. The microscopes had been sell
ing like hot cakes. Was the man in
earnest, and had he been relating to us
the pathetic history of his own life; or
was it well-learned tale designed to
enrich his otiers? His looks and dress
fitted him well for the character he had
described.
Something drew me toward him, "NIy
brother, l acrosted him ter the last
Of the crowd had sauntered away, I've
no doubt your picture was true one in
many, many sad instances. But there
il hope that amy one this side the grave
may blot out is terrible sequel Human
sympathy and the grace of God can DO
wonders.
lie looked at ne sharply. 4 don't /
know what came over me-" he said
ALPHABETICALLY, I never told that story
before. What YOU said got me started. .
But it is true it is true: God knows it /
is only TOO true"
God knows" I FASTENED to say
that want TO JON hands with you.
that the unTealized portion Of it may