Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1897-08-02

! mC9ts. / ought to have better wines. [
ought to have more richly favored CT
CARS. I ought to be able to entertain my
friends more expensively. won t stand
| this any longer. ! can with one bril-
liant stroke make q fortune. Now, here
goes, principle or 10 principle, heaven
! or hell. Who cares?'
NhCn q young man makes up his
mind to live beyond his income, satan
! has bought him out and out, and it is
| only a question OF time when the goods
| are TO lie delivered. The thing is done.
You may plant in the way all the bat
tGries Of truth and righteousness; that
man is bound to 90 on. When man
makes 81, 000a year and spends 81, 200,
when q young man makes 81, 500 and
spends 81 ,700 all the harpies Of dark
| ness cry out, E'Ha hal we have hint"
And they have. How to get the extra
| $500 Or the extra So, GOO is the question.
He says: Here is my friend who start
ed out the other day with but little
money, and il che night, SO great was
his luck, he rolled up hundreds and
thousands of dollars. If he got it, why
not I? It is such dull work, this adding
up of long lines of figures in the count
dred yards of goods and selling a rem
nant, this always waiting upon some
body else when I could put 500 on the
ace and pick up 81, 900.
An Insidious Sin.
This sin works very insidiously.
Other sins sound the drum, and haunt
the flag, and gather their recruits with
wild huzza, but this marches it's process
sion Of pale victims in dead of night, in
silence, and when they drop into the
grave there is not SO much sound as the
click of q dice. Oh, how many have
gone down under it! Look at those men
who were once highly prospered. Now
their forehead is licked by tongue of
fame that will never go out. In their
souls are plunged the beaks which will
never be lifted. Swing open the door of
that man s heart and you see a coil Of
adders wriggling their indescribable
horror until you turn away and hide
your face and ask God to help you to
forget it. The most Of this evil is unad-
vertised. The community does not hear
of it. Men defrauded in gaming estab
Gshments are not fools enough to tell Of
it. Once in awhile, however, there is
an exposure, as when III Boston the po-
lice swooped upon gaming establish
ment and found in it the representatives
of all classes Of citizens, from the first
merchants on State street to the low
Ann street gam bier; as when Bullock,
the cashier Of the Central Railroad of
Georgia, was found to have stolen
SOB, 900 for the purpose of carrying on
gaming praS5ices; as when a young man
in one Of the savings banks of Brooklyn
many years ago was found to have sto-
len $40, 600 to carry on gaming prac-
tees; as when a man connected with a
Wall street insurance company was
found to have stolen sos, 900 to carry
on his gaming practices. But that is
exceptional.
The Last Dollar.
Generally the money leaks silently
from the merchants till into the game
ster's wallet. believe that one of the
main pipes leading to this sewer Of in
EQUITY is the excitement of business
life Is it not significant fact that
the majority of the day gambling houses
in New York are in proximity to Wall
street? Men go into the excitement of
stock gambling, and from that they
plunge into the gambling houses, as,
when men are intoxicated, they go into
liquor saloon to get more drink. The
agitation that is witnessed in the stock
market when the chair announced the
word Northwestern, or Fort
Wayne" or Crock Island or "New
York Central and the rat, tat tat, of
the auctioneer's hammer, and the ex-
element of making corners, and
getting up pools" and carrying
stock, and "break'' from 80 to 70,
and the excitement of rushing around
in curbstone brokerage, and the sud-
den cries of Buyer three!'' Buyer
tent" 'Take 'em'' Chow many?" and
the making or losing of $40, 900 by one
operation, units a man to go home, and
so he goes up the flight of stairs, amid
business offices, to the darkly curtained,
wooden shattered room, gayly fur
nished inside, and takes his place at the
roulette OR the faro table. But I cannot
tell all the process by which men get
into this evil. A man went to New
York. He was a western merchant. He
went into a gaming house on Park
place. Before morning he had lost all
his money save 81, and he moved
around about with that dollar in his
hand, and after awhile, caught still
more powerfully under the Internal in
fatuation, he came up and put down
the dollar and cried out until they
heard him through the saloon, Zone
thousand miles from home, and my last
dollar on the gaming table. p"
Lost Property and Souls.
Many years ago for sermonic pur-
poses and in company with the chief
of police Of New York I visited one of
the most brilliant gambling houses in