The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1896-05-27
Poor follow" they say. But do gam

Poor fellow, they say. But 90 gam
blers come to weep at the agonies CT
the gambler, In Northumber' end was
one of the finest estates in England.
Mr.. Porter owned it, and in year
gambled it all away. Having lost the
last acre Of the est ate, he came down
from the saloon and got into his car
riage, went back, put up his horses
and carriage aud town house and
played. He threw and lost. He start
ed for home, and on side alley met
a friend, from whom he borrowed ten
guincas Hewent back to the saloon,
and before a great while had won
$50, 600. He died at last bsggar in
st. Giles. How many gamblers felt
sorry for Mr.. Porter. Who consoled
him on the loss of his estate, What
gambler subscribed to put a stone over
the poor mans grave! Not one! Fur
thermore. this sin is the source of un-
counted dishonesty. The game Of
hazard itself is often cheat. How
many tricks and dcceptio1s in the
dealing of the cards. The opponents
hand is ofttimes found out by fraud.
Cards are marked so that they may be
designated from the back. Expert
gamesters have their accomplices, and
one wink may decide the game. The
dice have been found loaded with pla
tina, so that doublets come up every
time. These dice are introduced by
the gamblers unobserved by the hon
est men who come into the play, and
this accounts for the fact that 80 out
of 100 who gamble, however wealthy
when they began, at the end are found
to be poor, miserable, haggard wretch
es that would not no" be allowed to
sit on the doorstep of the house that
they once owned.
i. In gaming house in San Francis
co young man, having just come
from the mines, deposited a large sum
upon the ace and Won $500 But
the tide turns. Intense anxiety comes
upon the countenances of all. Slowly
the cards went forth. Every eye is
fixed. Not sound is heard, until the
ace is revealed favorable to the bank.
There are shouts OF Foul, FOUL" but
the keepers of the table produce their
pistols, and the uproar is silenced and
the bank has won S95, 600 dollars Do
you call this game of chance? There
is no chance about it. But these dis
honest;es in the carrying on Of the
game are nothing when compared
with the frauds that are committed in
order to get money to 60 on with the
nefarious work. Gambling, with its
reedy hand, has snatched way the
widows mite and the portion of the
orphans, has sold the daughters vir-
tue to get the means to continue the
game, has written the counterfeit's sig.
nature, emptied the bankers money
vault and welded the assassin's dag
ger. There is no depth of meanness
to which it will not stoop. There is
no cruelty at which it is appalled,.
There is no warning of God that it
will not dare. Merciless, unappeasa-
bic, fercer and wilder it blinds, it
hardens, it rends, it blasts, it crushes,
it damns. Have nothing to do with
gamblers, whether they gamble on
large scale or small scale
Cast out these men from your com
pany. Do not be intimate with them:
Always be polite. There is no demand
that YOU ever sacrifice politeness. \
young man accosted Christian Qua
ker with. "Old chap, how did you
make ali your money!" The Quaker
replied, BY dealing in an article that
thou mayest deal'in if thou wilt-civ-
ility." Always be courteous, but at
the same time firm. Say "No" as If
you meant it. Have it understood in
Store and shop and street that you
will not stand in the companionship of
the skeptic, the idler, the pleasure
seeker, the gambler.
Rather than enter the companion
ship of such accept the invitation to
better feast. The promises of God are
the fruits. The harps of heaven are
the music. Clusters from the vine
yards of God have been pressed into
tankards. The sons and daughters Of
the Lord Almighty are the guests,
while standing at the banquet to I'LL
the cups and divide the clusters and
command the harps and welcome the
guests is daughter of God, on whose
brow are the blossoms of paradise and
in whose cheek is the flush of celestial
summer. Her name is religion.
Her ways are ways of pleasantncs5
And all her paths are peace.